Su Weiyi lowered her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the small pill in the boy’s pale palm. She reached out gently to take it, then accepted the water the boy handed over. Keeping her eyes down, she didn’t look at Sheng Yanxiao, her hand brushing against the boy’s slightly warm skin, causing Su Weiyi to tremble all over.

Bracing herself, she took it and quickly drank a mouthful of water to swallow the pill.

"Thank you."

Sheng Yanxiao didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he opened a packet of medicine and mixed it with the remaining hot water, handing it to Su Weiyi: "Drink it."

The dark powder, Su Weiyi’s brow involuntarily furrowed.

She wasn’t afraid of injections or taking medicine, but she really disliked powdered substances. However, since it was Sheng Yanxiao handing it over, she dared not refuse. Pressing her lips together, she braced herself again, took a deep breath, and gulped it down in one go.

The sour and bitter taste spread through her mouth, and Su Weiyi’s entire face crumpled. She barely managed to finish the medicine, the bitterness preventing her from opening her eyes. Yet, the next second, Su Weiyi felt something forcefully shoved into her mouth.

The numb, bitter tongue gently licked—sweet, milk candy?

The fragrant sweetness quickly dispelled the previous sour and bitter taste. Su Weiyi felt much better, but then she heard a light laugh above her. Instinctively looking up, she saw Sheng Yanxiao’s fair, handsome face wearing a hint of a smile. Su Weiyi was stunned, and as she looked at the boy’s slightly upturned lips, she recalled the kiss from last night, her cheeks rapidly heating up.

For a moment, she didn’t know what she should do and could only stand there blankly.

She couldn’t feel the bitterness in her mouth anymore, nor the sweetness.

Su Weiyi’s mind was in a haze, her gaze lowered, seeing Sheng Yanxiao’s hand resting on the bed sheet.

She wondered if it was because he learned piano as a child; Sheng Yanxiao’s fingers were long and looked powerful.

"Is the milk candy sweet?"

"What?"

A voice suddenly came from above, and Su Weiyi hadn’t yet recovered her senses. She was stunned for two seconds, then nodded: "Pretty... pretty sweet."

"Really? Let me try."

The boy’s voice was magnetic, and with his deliberate lowering, it sounded a bit husky, inexplicably alluring.

Su Weiyi’s mind grew even more dazed, and then she felt her chin being pinched, forced upwards, and her lips were blocked again.

The boy’s lips, just like last night, were slightly cool and soft, but this time, it was far more than just lips meeting lips.

Sheng Yanxiao pinched her chin, and with his other hand, he clasped the back of her head, forcing her to draw closer to him.

Su Weiyi’s eyes widened. It seemed like she knew what was happening, yet at the same time, she had no idea what was going on.

All the blood in her body had frozen, as if she were a statue.

"Weiwei, wait for me, don’t find a boyfriend, or I’ll beat someone up."

Weiwei?

Was he calling her?

He called her Weiwei?

That’s not right, this is all so wrong...

——

The night was dark, and Su Weiyi curled up on the bed wrapped in a blanket. The entire afternoon, she hadn’t left the room, even dinner was personally brought to her by Jiayu.

Su Weiyi was still in a daze, ever since the afternoon.

From the moment he said "Weiwei," her world seemed to have been through an earthquake of magnitude eight, plus a tsunami and typhoon, completely collapsed.