He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Looking into her bright eyes, Wen Zhaoci nodded obediently and said gently, "Okay."

Having received permission, Sang Jiuning immediately turned around and ran briskly into the vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden in the height of summer is full of life, with lush vines, bright red tomatoes hanging among the leaves, and emerald green cucumbers dangling from the trellis, fresh and tempting.

She skillfully picked a few ripe and plump tomatoes and a few tender and crisp cucumbers, quickly ran to the tap to wash them carefully, drained the water, and handed them to Wen Zhaoci.

Having grown up in luxury, Wen Zhaoci was used to eating exquisitely plated imported fruits and high-end ingredients. She had never eaten freshly picked fruits and vegetables from a farmhouse before, and this was the first time she had ever eaten raw tomatoes and cucumbers.

He held the bright green cucumber between his fingertips, lowered his head slightly, and took a small bite.

A crisp crackling sound rang out, and the sweet and refreshing juice instantly exploded in the mouth, carrying a unique natural fragrance. It was neither too sweet nor too greasy, and the taste was exceptionally amazing.

"Delicious," he murmured, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Sang Jiuning, who was standing next to her, also picked up a cucumber, took a big bite, and nodded with a smile on her face: "Right! The vegetables my grandparents grow are so delicious, much fresher than what you buy outside."

The warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the grapevines, dappling the girl's fair cheeks. Sang Jiuning wore a sweet smile, her eyes clean and gentle, as she earnestly ate a cucumber, looking soft and adorable.

Wen Zhaoci quietly turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes filled with gentle warmth, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up slightly.

very nice.

I saw the person I wanted to see.

The girlfriend I like is right in front of me.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the soft rustling of the two chewing their food gently, a scene of tender tranquility.

Wen Zhaoci's gaze slowly moved down, landing firmly on Sang Jiuning's soft, pink lips, his eyes darkening slightly.

The most recently updated video from that Douyin account that he had seen involuntarily flashed through his mind.

When couples reunite after a long separation, they should naturally kiss, hug, and stick together.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time.

After finishing a cucumber, Sang Jiuning was completely unaware of the undercurrents of thought in the boy beside her. She then picked up a bright red tomato and began to eat it in small bites, eating with great focus and concentration.

One wasn't enough for her, so she picked up a second one, her cheeks bulging like a greedy little squirrel.

Wen Zhaoci watched quietly as she devoured two tomatoes in a row, his eyes filled with increasingly tender thoughts, a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.

Finally, the little girl stopped what she was doing and wiped her mouth.

Wen Zhaoci could no longer restrain himself. He took a small step forward, leaned down slightly, and reached out to pull the petite girl into his arms.

His firm, broad chest enveloped her instantly, his warm breath enveloping her completely. The embrace was strong and reassuring, carrying the unique, cool scent of cedar that belonged only to Wen Zhaoci.

Sang Jiuning froze, and before she could react, she was completely enveloped in his arms.

"Baby." Wen Zhaoci's voice was slightly hoarse, like a feather gently scratching at the heart, gentle and alluring. A pair of warm hands gently covered her slender waist, slowly tightening, holding her even tighter.

He lowered his head slightly, his handsome face gradually magnifying before Sang Jiuning's eyes, his thick eyelashes drooping down, casting a light shadow.

His warm breath bathed her eyes and brows.

Sang Jiuning's heart suddenly went out of control, pounding wildly, making her chest burn, and her cheeks instantly flushed slightly.

But a sliver of clarity remained in her mind, and she subconsciously retorted in a low voice, "Didn't we just see each other the day before yesterday? How can it have been so long? We even video chatted yesterday."

Wen Zhaoci lowered his eyes slightly, his dark eyes drooping slightly, carrying a hint of stubbornness and grievance unique to young people. His tone was extremely serious: "We haven't met offline for 38 hours and forty-six minutes."

The precise timing, down to the minute, sent a shiver down Sang Jiuning's spine.

She subconsciously did the math in her head, blinked, and muttered softly, "Now that I think about it... it really does seem to take a while."

Belatedly realizing what was happening, she slightly raised her hand, wanting to gently break free from his embrace and catch her breath so her rapidly beating heart could calm down.

But her subtle struggles were instantly and accurately captured by Wen Zhaoci.

He immediately tightened his arms, not letting go, but instead burying his head even lower, pressing it against her neck, his voice soft and muffled with a hint of grievance: "After I got home yesterday, my dad and my stepmother's family had a happy lunch together, but I felt out of place. My dad even scolded me for no reason."

The boy's voice was deep and melancholic, carrying just the right amount of loneliness.

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning's mind instantly conjured up ten thousand tragic romance novels set in wealthy families.

A wicked stepmother, a biased father, a stepmother means a stepfather, and a pitiful young master who is unloved...

Scenes unfolded in my mind.

She instantly softened completely, forgetting all thoughts of breaking free from his embrace, her heart filled with tenderness.

It turns out that Wen Zhaoci, who appears aloof and powerful on the outside and whom no one dares to provoke, is actually so love-starved and so wronged in private.

She immediately softened and hugged him back, gently patting his back with her small hands. Her tone was serious yet protective, both childish and assertive: "Don't pay them any attention! It's wrong of your father to yell at you without even knowing what happened! Next time I see him, I'll yell back for you and I'll make sure you don't suffer any injustice!"

The warm, soft embrace and the sincere, straightforward protection instantly soothed all the chill in Wen Zhaoci's heart.

He buried his face in her neck, his nose gently brushing against her skin, the faint scent of lemon bath lingering around his nose, sweet and soothing.

The soft, sincere comfort of the little girl reached my ears, and the embrace was uniquely warm and gentle.

Wen Zhaoci's lips curled into a very faint, subtle smile of triumph. All the grievances in his eyes faded away, leaving only tenderness and calculation.

He responded softly, his voice gentle and tender: "Yes, baby, you're so good to me."

He held her quietly, savoring the tenderness in his arms, while silently making plans in his heart.

Wait two more minutes.

Give me another hug.

Then he can kiss his baby.

As the seconds quietly passed, exactly one hundred and twentieth second was reached, and Wen Zhaoci could no longer suppress the emotions surging in her heart.

He slowly lowered his head, his thick, long eyelashes gently drooping down, concealing the intense emotions in his eyes, and his cool, soft lips gently covered Sang Jiu Ning's lips.

Warm breaths mingled and intertwined, and a tender, lingering kiss landed.

This sticky, tender kiss lasted for a full half hour.

Sang Jiuning was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she felt dizzy and disoriented, her brain was oxygen-deprived, and she could only react instinctively...

Her slender little hands unconsciously tugged at the hem of the boy's T-shirt...

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