They walked on, the quiet between them no longer filled with the earlier nervous tension, but something warmer. Their shadows stretched long on the path ahead, walking side by side, perfectly in step.
At one point, Yanchen stopped, tightening his hold gently. "Mianmian."
She turned to him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone.
"I meant what I said… I don't want to take anything from you. Not your time, not your attention—unless you give it willingly. So…" his voice softened, "if you ever want me to stop—say the word. I'll never push you."
Mianmian's heart clenched, warmth flooding her chest. She stepped closer, standing on her toes just enough to press a light kiss to his cheek.
"I'll be the one to tell you when to stop, Mr. Lu and I don't think that's happening any time soon.." she said, her breath brushing his skin.
His ears turned a deep crimson, but his grin was hopelessly smitten.
"Duly noted.." he whispered.
