"That's strange. Where did everyone go?"
After dinner, when Su Yuxin finally looked up, she realized that the once-bustling dining table was now empty except for Ye Feng and herself. Sensing that something was up, her voice gradually trailed off.
Was this what everyone had planned? Is it already my turn? But I'm not ready yet. What if I end up disappointing Brother Ye Feng?
Feeling anxious, Su Yuxin kept her head down, stealing glances at Ye Feng's every move through the gaps in her bangs. As luck would have it, her eyes met his gaze head-on.
"Ye... Brother Ye Feng?!"
The moment their eyes met, Su Yuxin trembled like a startled little rabbit. She quickly averted her gaze, staring down at her hands resting on her thighs. Her restless demeanor made it seem as though she was anxiously waiting for something to happen.
"Yuxin, is something on your mind?"
"No, it's not that."
"Don't tell me you dislike me?"
"Of course not!"
Hearing Ye Feng's question, the flustered Su Yuxin practically shouted her response. Her emerald-green eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, looked incredibly endearing.
"I could never hate you, Brother Ye Feng. I... I'm just scared. Scared that I'm not being of any help to you."
"Oh, you..."
Ye Feng smiled helplessly at her fearful and trembling demeanor. Slowly walking over to her side, he reached out with a large, warm hand and gently patted her head.
"You really need to relax more, Yuxin. Look, after everything we've been through, we've finally earned some time to rest. These are the days we should be enjoying the most."
"But I... I want to be useful to you. I don't want to see you being tormented by that so-called system anymore."
Su Yuxin looked up shyly, the blush on her small face deepening. Her pitiful, delicate expression made Ye Feng feel as though he were bullying a child.
"Yuxin..."
Seeing the girl before him so completely devoted to him, it was impossible for Ye Feng not to be moved. A sudden wave of emotion stung his nose. He crouched down to her level and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Thank you, Yuxin. To me, you're like my own little ray of sunshine."
"Little... ray of sunshine."
Hearing this, Su Yuxin's body gave a slight jolt. She stammered, unable to form a complete sentence for a long while.
Is he... is he confessing his love to me? Should I say something back? Come on, stupid brain, think! Don't let this sweet moment turn awkward!
"Umm... Uh..."
Watching her cherry lips part and close as she struggled for words, Ye Feng instantly saw right through her thoughts. Taking the initiative, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm embrace.
"There, there. You really don't need to be so tense, Yuxin. Haven't you noticed that ever since we got here, you haven't been quite as lively as you used to be?"
"I was afraid you would find that side of me annoying..."
Resting her head on Ye Feng's shoulder, Su Yuxin sniffled and replied in a soft, sweet voice.
"Not at all. In fact, I prefer you when you're a bit more energetic. After all, that's the Yuxin I know and love."
"Waaah..."
Su Yuxin suddenly let out a soft whimper. But before Ye Feng could even offer a word of comfort, she quickly collected herself. Taking a deep breath, she snuggled even closer into his chest.
"Brother Ye Feng, I like you. I've had feelings for you ever since the day we first met. I've never been happier than during the times I've spent with you. If you'll have me, please let me stay by your side forever, okay?"
"You silly girl."
Hearing this, Ye Feng reached out and affectionately tapped her nose. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead.
"From now on, if something is bothering you, just tell me openly, understand?"
"Mhm! I got it~"
Seeing that Ye Feng didn't dislike her innocent nature, a huge weight was finally lifted from Su Yuxin's shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sneaked a quick peck on his cheek.
"I really like you."
"You little rascal..."
Just as Ye Feng was about to stand up and lead Su Yuxin out, a sudden rustling sound came from right outside the door.
"Who's out there?!"
Alerted by the noise, Ye Feng immediately spun around to face the dining room entrance. Through the crack in the door, three pairs of distinctly different-colored eyes were peering in. He didn't even need to guess to know exactly who the three eavesdroppers were.
"Eek! Wh-what is it, Brother Ye Feng?"
Startled by his sudden reaction, Su Yuxin clung to him even tighter, looking just like a sloth hanging off his body.
"Still trying to hide? If you don't come out right now, I'm coming over there to get you."
Sure enough, the moment he said that, the dining room doors swung open. Xie Yuyan, Li Mucheng, and Shen Mengli shuffled into the room one by one, sheepish expressions plastered across their faces.
"Hehe, busted."
"Darling is as sharp as ever."
"Teacher, we didn't mean to eavesdrop..."
"Mengli? Sister Yuyan? And Mucheng too! Why are you all here? Don't tell me... you guys saw everything just now?"
"Pretty much."
"Ahhh! I'm going to die of embarrassment!"
Su Yuxin's mortified shriek immediately echoed throughout the entire dining room.
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