Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Yang Mi got off the bed, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs went weak.

She hurriedly reached out to hold onto the wardrobe door, preventing herself from kneeling down.

The soreness in my lower back spread throughout my limbs and bones, and my body felt like it had been run over by a car.

She gasped.

Stepping barefoot on the cool ground finally cleared her muddled mind.

She pulled out a casual outfit she often wore from the closet, muttering to herself as she put it on:

"You bastard, you have no sense of proportion..."

"My back is practically not mine anymore, I must have been born an animal..."

"I must be crazy to play along with your nonsense."

She turned around and glared at him.

Su Wei didn't say anything, a smile playing on her lips.

After she finished washing up and came out of the bathroom.

She first called the production crew, lowered her voice and said that she wasn't feeling well and asked for half a day off.

After hanging up the phone, she tossed her phone onto the bed and turned to see Su Wei leaning against the dining table.

Soy milk and steamed buns were laid out on the table, their steam rising in wisps.

He was holding a cup of soy milk, and when he saw her come out, his smile deepened.

Yang Mi got angry when she saw his refreshed appearance.

I walked over and slapped him on the arm:

"Stop laughing! It's all your fault."

"I didn't laugh."

Su Wei immediately suppressed her smile and put on a serious face.

Yang Mi snorted, pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. She then snatched the half-eaten bun from his hand and took a big bite.

She ate while muttering discontentedly:

"You stayed up half the night, how come you're perfectly fine?"

Su Wei didn't say anything, but reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

With his other hand, he slipped his hand under the hem of her unbuttoned clothes.

My palms were burning hot as I pressed them against that peak.

Yang Mi twisted her body and used one hand to pat his wrist.

Since I didn't manage to swat it away, I was too lazy to move it anymore and continued eating the bun in my hand.

Su Wei turned her head, brought her face close to her ear, and said with a smile:

"Of course it's because...you're more nurturing."

Yang Mi's ear tips instantly turned hot.

She swallowed the last bite of the bun in her mouth, pulled a tissue from the table, and wiped her fingers.

Then pinch his side hard.

Su Wei seemed oblivious, not only not withdrawing her hand, but instead gently pinching it.

Yang Mi leaned against him, her palm against his chest, and could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

He was very hot, like a ball of fire.

She stared at his collar for a few seconds, then murmured softly:

Why are you so hot?

"Don't you like it?"

Su Wei's voice lowered even further, and her fingers tightened, causing her to tremble slightly.

These words immediately ignited her embarrassment and anger.

Yang Mi suddenly turned her head, reached out and hugged his neck, and bit his neck.

hiss--

She didn't bite hard; her teeth only lightly grazed the flesh.

Then, he pressed his tongue against her skin and slowly sucked for a few seconds.

When the hand came loose, a faint red mark appeared on Su Wei's fair neck. The color was not deep, but it was particularly noticeable.

Yang Mi tilted her chin up and stared at her masterpiece for a couple of seconds, feeling much better afterward.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Su Wei raised her hand to touch the mark on the side of her neck. Instead of being annoyed, she laughed out loud.

He patted his thigh, gesturing for her to sit down.

Yang Mi pursed her lips and turned her face away.

She was still clinging to her senior's pride.

We can't just do whatever he says.

She was about to say, "Stop messing around."

Su Wei had already grabbed her waist.

With a slight exertion of his arm, he scooped the person up steadily onto his lap.

Yang Mi gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself before playfully scolding him:

"Could you be a little gentler!"

Su Wei didn't say anything, but simply hugged her and pulled her closer to him.

He gently rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her neck, causing a slight tickle.

The room fell silent, with only the occasional chirping of birds coming from outside the window.

"The flight is at noon, and we'll arrive in Beijing this afternoon."

After a long while, Su Wei finally spoke.

Yang Mi's heart sank slightly.

She almost forgot he was leaving today because of the commotion.

Her fingertips unconsciously tugged at the drawstring of his hoodie, wrapping it around and around.

After a long pause, he finally gave a muffled "hmm".

Su Wei raised her hand and tucked the stray hairs behind her ear.

His fingertips brushed against her earlobe, and the two of them paused simultaneously.

The temperature in the air seemed to have risen a little more, but not like before.

It's a different kind of feeling, a bit heavy, a bit soft, stuck in my chest, neither up nor down.

He held her collar with his fingertips and helped her button it back up, one button at a time, after the buttons had come undone.

His movements were slow and deliberate; when he occasionally touched her skin, it felt cool yet slightly hot.

When he reached the collarbone, his fingertips paused, and he looked up at her.

Their eyes met, and Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly looked away.

"Alright, I can do it myself."

She reached out to grab it, but Su Wei held her hand down.

"Don't move."

His voice was soft but firm, and he bent down to fasten the last button, then straightened her collar.

The following time passed quickly.

The two of them took a shower, changed their clothes, and packed their things.

Su Wei stuffed her things into her suitcase, then turned around and saw Yang Mi adjusting her collar in front of the mirror.

He carefully examined her neck and collarbone, as if looking for some kind of mark.

He leaned against the doorway for a while, then smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't leave any for you."

Yang Mi turned around and glared at him, then lowered her hand and stubbornly said:

"Who's worried about that?"

He said that, but his fingers unconsciously touched the side of his neck.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I went out.

The car drove all the way to the airport drop-off area, and the surroundings instantly became noisy.

A chilly November wind blew by, making people's faces feel stiff.

Su Wei got out of the car first and pulled her suitcase out of the trunk.

Yang Mi also got out of the car and stood opposite him.

The wind tousled her ponytail, and a few stray hairs clung to her face.

Su Wei reached out and tucked her stray hairs behind her ear, her fingertips brushing against her cool cheek.

The next second, he reached out and pulled the person into his arms.

He tightened his arms around her, as if trying to meld her whole body into his.

Yang Mi pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her nostrils were filled with the faint scent of him, mixed with a hint of soap, a scent she had grown accustomed to lately.

She gently tugged at the fabric on his back without saying a word.

"Take good care of yourself."

Su Wei's voice came down from above, muffled.

"Don't always eat haphazardly. Have your assistant bring you something hot. Don't diet unnecessarily just to look good on camera."

He paused, then added, a hint of jealousy in his voice:

"Stay away from Hugo from now on."

Yang Mi nestled in his arms, unable to resist curving her lips into a slight smile, and mumbled a soft "Mmm".

She wanted to say "Have a safe trip" and "Message me when you arrive," but she swallowed the words back.

That's too dramatic; she wouldn't say that.