It was a gentle afternoon with a light breeze. Jiang Lingxi strolled along the tranquil lakeside on campus as usual. The clear lake water sparkled with ripples, and the weeping willows swayed gracefully by the shore. However, her mind was completely occupied by the plot of the novel she was conceiving, rather than the picturesque scenery. Sometimes she would stop, furrow her brows slightly, and mutter to herself. At other times, she would shake her head gently and continue walking.
Suddenly, an urgent shout shattered the peace of this spring afternoon: "Be careful!" At that moment, Jiang Lingxi was walking on a path on campus, fully immersed in the beauty of the cherry blossoms fluttering by the roadside. Before she could react, a strong and powerful arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. The force came so swiftly and unexpectedly, like a sudden gust of wind. Her body immediately lost its balance and tilted uncontrollably to one side. In an instant, her heart began to pound wildly, as if it would burst out of her chest the next moment. Her mind also went blank in that split second, and the usual quick thinking was nowhere to be found. The sounds of laughter and the hustle and bustle of footsteps around her were all blocked out by an invisible barrier. In her world, at this moment, there was only the chaotic sound of her own heartbeat ringing in her ears, pounding against her heart, making her truly feel the power of this flustered emotion. Her eyes widened in horror, just like a frightened fawn. In a panic, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Mu Yang's face, which was very close to hers. His nervousness and eagerness were clearly visible, and his eyes seemed to be saying that he would protect her at all costs.
Without hesitation, Mu Yang exerted all his strength and gave a sudden push. Jiang Lingxi flew out of the danger zone like an arrow leaving the bow. Her back hit the soft grass heavily, sending up some grass clippings. At this moment, due to using too much force, Mu Yang lost his balance. His knee landed heavily on the ground with a "thud", and his palm scraped across the rough ground. Immediately, the skin was abraded, and blood seeped out. At this critical moment, the loose stone by the lake, with a howling wind and carrying sediment, rolled down from the place where they had just stood and hit the grass, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Jiang Lingxi stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. A sharp stone cut through her elbow, and bright red blood slowly seeped out. Seeing this, Mu Yang's heart tightened. He rushed over in three steps at a time and steadily helped her up.
With a deep frown, his face was filled with undisguised concern. He asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Jiang Lingxi winced in pain and slowly raised her head. Her gaze collided directly with Mu Yang's deep eyes, as if she had been cast a freezing spell. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her heart also began to beat violently in her chest. Her throat seemed to be choked by something, and it took her a long time to stammer out a few words: "I... I'm fine. Thank you."
Mu Yang stared at Jiang Lingxi. He saw a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks, just like a shy flower blooming in spring. His heart stirred slightly, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and he swallowed gently. Subconsciously, he reached out his hand, as gently as the spring breeze caressing the surface of the lake, and slowly wiped away a bit of dust on her cheek. His voice was low and gentle, as if it carried a power to soothe people's hearts: "You have to be more careful next time. This place isn't really safe."
Jiang Lingxi felt as if she had been electrocuted. All the nerve endings in her body tensed up immediately, and she was frozen in place, unable to move. Her cheeks warmed up visibly, just like the sunset-dyed clouds in the sky, red and dazzling.
Before this, there had always been an imperceptible distance between her and Mu Yang, and they had never been so close to each other. At this moment, the faint and fresh scent of cologne on Mu Yang, mixed with wisps of warm breath, wafted into her nostrils like a gentle breeze. This unique scent instantly exploded in her sensory world, making her originally clear thoughts become chaotic in an instant. It was as if there was a flock of frightened birds in her mind, scurrying around in all directions. She only felt that she was completely in a trance. Her feet seemed to be stepping on fluffy cotton candy, soft and weak. Everything around her became illusory, as if she were in the ethereal clouds, surrounded by a dreamy mist, unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.
Since that accidental encounter, the trajectories of their lives were like intertwined threads, becoming more and more closely intertwined. Mu Yang would always carefully choose the day, with a hint of nervousness and anticipation. He would spend several days thinking it over in his mind before sending Jiang Lingxi an invitation to have a meal together via his mobile phone. And every time Jiang Lingxi received the message, the corners of her mouth would involuntarily turn up, and there would be a glimmer of joy in her eyes. She would readily agree without hesitation.
In the bustling crowd of the cafeteria, Mu Yang would always arrive early. He was quick-eyed and deft-handed enough to reserve a seat for Jiang Lingxi. When reserving the seat, he would deliberately choose a bright and relatively quiet corner. After reserving the seat, he would hurry to get the food, carefully bringing her the dishes and rice. He would carefully recall her usual preferences and match the meat and vegetables just right. During the meal, he would always pay attention to her taste preferences. If he saw that she ate less of a certain dish, he would silently remember it in his heart and make adjustments when ordering the next time. He would also timely hand her a tissue. Every move of his was full of tenderness and consideration, and he took meticulous care of her.
In the bits and pieces of their interactions, Jiang Lingxi was pleasantly surprised to find that Mu Yang was not only handsome on the outside, but also had an infinite warmth hidden in his heart. He patiently listened to Jiang Lingxi sharing the trivial matters of her life. When she encountered problems, he would give sincere and practical suggestions. In the conversations and interactions with Jiang Lingxi, Mu Yang gradually uncovered the mysterious veil beneath her good-girl appearance.
Once, Jiang Lingxi casually mentioned the plot of the novel she was writing, which was a scene where the male and female protagonists confessed their love under the moonlight. Her words were full of shyness and sweetness. Mu Yang looked at her blushing cheeks, and in his mind, the scene described in the novel involuntarily emerged: The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the male and female protagonists. The female protagonist lowered her eyes, and her cheeks were as bright as the sunset, shy and charming. Only then did he suddenly realize that the Jiang Lingxi in front of him also had such a girlish charm and romance. Her mind was active, full of curiosity about new things, and she had a heart longing for adventure and burning with passion, just like the novels she wrote with their twists and turns and full of fantastic adventures, always able to bring him unexpected surprises.
Mu Yang pretended to turn his head casually, and his gaze met Jiang Lingxi's slightly shy eyes in the air. At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the fleeting appreciation in her eyes. Mu Yang secretly felt pleased in his heart, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly. A trace of pride flashed through his mind: "Hehe, it seems that my looks and figure are quite to her taste. However, I hope that in the future, she will gradually discover that I, Mu Yang, am not just good-looking on the outside. There are plenty of shining points inside me that are worthy of being liked."
Before this, there had always been an intangible distance between her and Mu Yang, and they had never been in such close proximity to each other. At this moment, the faint and fresh scent of Mu Yang's cologne, mingled with wisps of warm breath, drifted into her nostrils like a gentle breeze. This unique aroma instantly exploded in her sensory world, causing her originally clear thoughts to become chaotic in an instant. It was as if there was a flock of startled birds scurrying around in her mind. She felt as if she was completely in a trance. Her feet seemed to be stepping on fluffy cotton candy, soft and limp. Everything around her became illusory, as if she were in the ethereal clouds, surrounded by a dreamlike mist, unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.
Since that chance encounter, the trajectories of their lives were like intertwined threads, becoming increasingly closely intertwined. Mu Yang would always carefully select a day. With a hint of nervousness and anticipation, he would spend several days formulating the idea in his mind before sending Jiang Lingxi an invitation via his mobile phone to have a meal together. And every time Jiang Lingxi received the message, the corners of her mouth would involuntarily turn up, and her eyes would sparkle with joy. She would readily agree without hesitation.
In the bustling crowd of the cafeteria, Mu Yang would always arrive at the cafeteria early. With quick eyes and deft hands, he would reserve a seat for Jiang Lingxi. When choosing a seat, he would deliberately pick a bright and relatively quiet corner. After securing the seat, he would immediately go to get the food. He carefully brought her the dishes and rice, recalling her usual preferences and making a perfect combination of meat and vegetables. During the meal, he would constantly pay attention to her taste preferences. If he noticed that she ate less of a certain dish, he would silently remember it and make adjustments when ordering the next time. He would also hand her a tissue at the right moment. Every gesture of his revealed his tenderness and consideration, and he took meticulous care of her.
In the little details of their interactions, Jiang Lingxi was pleasantly surprised to find that Mu Yang was not just handsome on the outside; there was boundless warmth hidden in his heart. He patiently listened to Jiang Lingxi sharing the trivialities of her life. When she encountered problems, he would offer sincere and practical advice. In his conversations and interactions with Jiang Lingxi, Mu Yang gradually uncovered the mysterious veil beneath her good-girl exterior.
Once, Jiang Lingxi casually mentioned the plot of the novel she was writing, which was a scene where the male and female protagonists confessed their love under the moonlight. Her words were filled with shyness and sweetness. Mu Yang looked at her slightly reddened cheeks, and the scene described in the novel involuntarily flashed across his mind: The moonlight was like water, casting over the male and female protagonists. The female protagonist lowered her eyes, and her cheeks were as bright as the setting sun, shy and charming. Only then did he suddenly realize that the Jiang Lingxi in front of him also had such a girlish charm and romance. Her mind was active, full of curiosity about new things. She had a heart burning with passion and a longing for adventure, just like the novels she wrote, which were full of twists and turns and fantastic adventures, always able to bring him unexpected surprises.
Mu Yang pretended to turn his head casually, and his gaze met Jiang Lingxi's slightly shy eyes in mid-air. In that instant, he caught a fleeting look of admiration in her eyes. Mu Yang secretly felt delighted, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly. A trace of pride flashed through his mind: "Hehe, it seems that my looks and figure really appeal to her. However, I hope that in the future, she will gradually discover that I, Mu Yang, am not just good-looking on the surface. There are plenty of shining qualities inside me that are worthy of being loved."