On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

Seeing the scene clearly captured on Zhao Yueyue's phone screen—sunlight streaming through the glass in the cramped cockpit, her nestled in Chen Mo's arms, firmly embraced by his strong embrace—Su Yuqing felt a surge of scalding heat rush from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

"Yueyue!" Her cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe tomatoes, almost as if they were about to bleed.

Chen Mo instinctively reached out to snatch Zhao Yueyue's phone, his movements swift and urgent.

But Zhao Yueyue was prepared. She nimbly jumped back, holding her phone high like a victory flag, with a bright, mischievous smile on her face: "Hehe, you can't get it! Look at you two, tsk tsk tsk, the composition, the atmosphere, it's amazing! I'm simply a genius photographer!"

She proudly waved her phone screen; the sweet photo there was particularly endearing.

I was just flustered when I saw it, but now that I look closely, the photo is really well taken. This girl must have been crouching down and setting up her phone beforehand, just waiting for them to come down and take the picture.

In the photo, Chen Mo lowers his head slightly, his gaze softly falling on the top of the girl's head in his arms. Su Yuqing shyly buries her head, her body leaning on him with complete trust. The sunlight outlines the silhouettes of the two of them cuddling together, creating an indescribable sense of tranquility and beauty.

Although Chen Mo rolled his eyes at Zhao Yueyue, his heart skipped a beat when his gaze swept over the photo.

The moment captured on camera was even more intimate and beautiful than he could remember.

He clearly saw the focus and protectiveness in his own eyes at that moment, and he also saw Su Yuqing's unreserved dependence.

This evidence, captured on camera, instantly brought to life the exhilarating, almost overwhelming atmosphere on the Ferris wheel.

He almost lost his composure, and a faint blush crept onto his ears.

He coughed lightly, trying to mask his inner turmoil with a helpless tone: "Zhao Yueyue, it's a real shame you're not a paparazzi with those sneaky photos. Delete them!"

He reached out his hand, his tone leaving no room for doubt, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at the photo again.

"Delete it?" Zhao Yueyue's eyes widened dramatically as she clutched her phone to her chest like a precious treasure. "Don't even think about it! This is precious historical material! Ironclad evidence of the budding romance between our class beauty and class heartthrob! I have to keep it safe; it'll be a major highlight when you show it in your wedding video!"

She became more and more excited as she talked, and started to imagine the future.

Whenever marriage is mentioned, Su Yuqing can't help but imagine what might happen at that time.

Su Yuqing was instantly made even more embarrassed by what she said, and even her fair neck turned pink. She subconsciously shrank behind Chen Mo, as if she wanted to hide herself.

Huang Mao, who was standing nearby, also came over and looked at the photo, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Wow! Lao Mo, you're something else! That pose, that look, so affectionate! No wonder Yuqing's face was as red as a boiled shrimp when she came down, so there was something going on up there!"

He nudged Chen Mo with his elbow, winking and making a mischievous face.

"Huang Mao! You joined in the commotion too!" Su Yuqing protested, both embarrassed and annoyed, peeking out from behind Chen Mo. Her voice was soft and trembling.

Chen Mo felt the girl's dependence on him, and the helplessness he felt from being teased was instantly replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.

He turned to the side, naturally protecting Su Yuqing more thoroughly and shielding her from Zhao Yueyue and Huang Mao's overly "enthusiastic" gazes.

He looked at Zhao Yueyue, who was still proudly showing off the photos, and softened his tone, speaking with a hint of negotiation and a deeper meaning only they understood: "Yueyue, stop fooling around. Send me a copy of the photos." He lowered his voice for the last few words, but they reached Su Yuqing's ears clearly.

Su Yuqing suddenly looked up at Chen Mo's profile. He was looking intently at Zhao Yueyue, and the lines of his profile appeared particularly soft in the sunlight.

He... wants this photo too. Is he really planning to use it at his wedding? No, no, what am I thinking? How embarrassing!

They're not even boyfriend and girlfriend yet.

Although she thought this in her heart, the realization was like a small piece of honey, instantly melting in Su Yuqing's heart, diluting most of her shyness and replacing it with a secret, abundant sweetness.

Zhao Yueyue caught the key point in Chen Mo's words and the unmistakable tenderness in his eyes when he looked at Su Yuqing. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately understood.

She dropped her exaggerated playful expression, revealing a knowing smile that said, "Oh~~~ Send one, right? No problem! Brother Mo asked, so we have to arrange it! But..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, winking mischievously, "Hush money plus copyright fees, afternoon tea and snacks later, Mo-ge, you figure it out?"

Chen Mo smiled helplessly, knowing that this girl was taking the opportunity to extort money, but he still readily nodded: "Okay, plenty."

"Yay! Deal!" Zhao Yueyue cheered and immediately started working on her phone. "I'll send it to you right now! Yuqing, do you want one too? I'll send you a copy as well?"

"No, no need!" Su Yuqing quickly waved her hand, and the blush that had just faded returned.

Let her keep that photo herself? Just thinking about it makes my heart race.

But deep down, a small voice was saying: It seems... it's not impossible?
Chen Mo's phone soon emitted a soft notification sound.

He took it out and glanced at it; the photo on the screen was the one Zhao Yueyue had sent.

His fingertip paused on the screen for a moment, then he immediately clicked save, and it seemed he even set it as a screensaver?
This subtle movement was only noticed by Su Yuqing, who had been secretly watching him.

Watching Chen Mo's lips curve into a very shallow yet gentle smile, and then he carefully put his phone back in his pocket, Su Yuqing's heart felt as if a huge stone had been thrown into it. Sweet ripples spread outwards, but the heavy emotions stirred up even deeper waves.

Indeed, the feelings between the two were so clear that they could be confirmed almost without words.

In the confined space of the Ferris wheel, during the heart-pounding moment of suspension, the dependence and protectiveness captured in the photograph reveal the emotions that are about to burst forth.

A feeling deeper and longer than mutual affection enveloped them like air, tangible and real.

However, it is precisely because this feeling is so pure and so cherished by them that the final "confession" is so difficult.

Romantic relationships during student days can indeed be very simple.

A fleeting encounter in the corridor, a line of writing on a note, a whisper on the playground—"I like you," "Let's be together"—impulsive and pure, like a sudden summer rain, intense yet fleeting. (End of Chapter)