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The car smoothly drove into the underground parking lot of Chuyi Apartment and parked in its familiar, assigned parking space.

With the engine off, the interior of the car instantly fell into a relatively quiet and dim light, with only the instrument panel emitting a faint glow.

Seeing that the car had been turned off, Chu Yi naturally reached out and unbuckled his seatbelt, the buckle making a crisp "click" sound. He made a move to push open the car door and get out.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the door handle, the clear sound of the car locking the door suddenly rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet car.

Chu Yi paused in his action of pushing the door open. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a knowing and helpless smile on his face, and slowly turned his head to look at Zhou Ai in the driver's seat.

Zhou Ai's hands remained loosely resting on the steering wheel, her body leaning lazily against the back of the seat, her index finger lightly tapping the leather edge of the steering wheel intermittently.

In the dim light, the outline of his profile appeared somewhat blurry, but his eyes, which were looking at Chu Yi, shone with an astonishing brightness, flashing with cunning and anticipation.

"Teacher Chu," Zhou Ai's voice rang out in the enclosed carriage, its tone drawn out and lazy, like a cat plotting something mischievous, "leaving already? You haven't paid the fare yet?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi withdrew her hand from the doorknob, turned around leisurely, and faced Zhou Ai completely.

But without any surprise on her face, she calmly followed Zhou Ai's words and asked in a composed tone, "Oh? Then, Teacher Zhou, how do you think we should give it?"

Seeing Chu Yi's cooperative attitude, Zhou Ai was secretly delighted, but on the surface, she still pretended to be innocent and embarrassed, shrugging her shoulders: "Well... Teacher Chu, why don't you think about it? My private car service is so thorough, you can't just come for nothing, can you?"

He deliberately threw the question back at Chu Yi, wanting to see how Chu Yi would "pay the bill".

But Chu Yi didn't answer immediately. She just lowered her head and smiled indulgently. Then she slowly began to move—first, she raised her hand and untied the soft cashmere scarf around her neck, folded it neatly, and gently placed it at her side.

The action itself was nothing special, but in this context, it inexplicably took on a sense of ritual, causing Zhou Ai's heart to skip a beat.

Then, he watched as Chu Yi reached out and pressed the adjustment button on the side of the seat. The passenger seat slowly tilted back with a slight motor whirring sound, leaving more room to stretch out.

Looking at Chu Yi's series of unhurried yet meaningful actions, Zhou Ai's original intention of just teasing him and spending more time together suddenly became uncertain, and her heart began to pound.

Is... he's angry?

He just wanted a kiss or a cute hug...

A strange sense of tension gripped Zhou Ai. He opened his mouth, about to turn around and explain, "I was just joking," but it was too late.

A pair of slightly cool hands suddenly cupped his cheeks gently, the fingertips still carrying the chill of the outside air, yet the touch was unusually soft.

Zhou Ai subconsciously looked up and met Chu Yi's eyes, which were very close to hers.

In the dim light, Zhou Ai couldn't actually see the true emotions in Chu Yi's eyes.

But in the next second, before Zhou Ai could even react, Chu Yi's handsome face was right in front of her.

A gentle kiss, carrying his unique, refreshing scent, landed unexpectedly on Zhou Ai's cheek.

Instantly separate.

The gentle touch was almost imperceptible on her face, but Zhou Ai froze, her mind went blank, and she could only stare blankly at Chu Yi.

However, this is just the beginning.

Seeing the obvious stunned and incredulous look in Zhou Ai's eyes, Chu Yi's lips curved into a very shallow but slightly cunning smile. He leaned closer again, this time, his aim clear: to cover Zhou Ai's slightly parted lips in surprise.

It wasn't a fierce demand, but an extremely gentle touch.

One kiss after another, like a dragonfly skimming the water, gently touching and then slowly parting.

Each brief contact felt like a tiny electric current coursing through her body, a tingling sensation spreading from Zhou Ai's lips to her entire limbs.

Zhou Ai handed over all the initiative to Chu Yi, completely losing her ability to think, and could only passively experience this sudden and extremely gentle "fare".

He even unconsciously widened his eyes, looking at Chu Yi's long eyelashes that were trembling slightly so close to his, and feeling his somewhat awkward but extremely sincere kiss.

Seeing Zhou Ai's surprised silence, Chu Yi paused deliberately, seemingly giving her time to process the situation. Then, without further ado, she kissed her again.

This time, Chu Yi was no longer satisfied with just a superficial attempt. He first gently licked Zhou Ai's lower lip with the tip of his tongue. The wet and soft touch made Zhou Ai tremble involuntarily. Then, he gently and clumsily tried to pry open Zhou Ai's jaw.

Sensing Chu Yi's deeper exploration, Zhou Ai's hands unconsciously tightened, gripping Chu Yi's slightly thin shoulders, her knuckles even turning slightly white from the force.

That awkward yet proactive probing was like a feather, gently tugging at his already restless heartstrings.

A strong impulse surged into Zhou Ai's heart, and almost instinctively she wanted to deepen the kiss, to take the initiative and completely seize and possess this sudden tenderness.

However, just as his Adam's apple bobbed and his hand climbed up Chu Yi's head to try and respond, his breath suddenly became hot and rapid—

Chu Yi seemed to have anticipated his reaction and gracefully withdrew the kiss at just the right moment.

Zhou Ai's lunges landed on empty air; the soft touch on his lips vanished abruptly, leaving only a chilling atmosphere and an even stronger sense of emptiness. He instinctively chased after it, his eyes hazy, filled with an unfulfilled longing.

But a slightly cool index finger gently pressed against his lips as they leaned in, effectively stopping him from making any further moves.

Chu Yi leaned back slightly, creating a dangerously close distance between them where their breaths could be heard.

In the dim light, he could clearly see that Zhou Ai's usually bright and lively eyes were now covered with a layer of wet mist, with an unnatural red tinge at the corners, and a clear surge of emotion and unfulfilled desire within them.

Chu Yi narrowed his eyes, like a cat that had successfully teased its prey, with a hint of smugness and scrutiny.

Instead of backing down, under Zhou Ai's burning gaze, he suddenly leaned forward again, his entire upper body almost completely extending over the central armrest, instantly closing the distance that had just been deliberately created.

The cool, slightly citrusy scent emanating from him surged powerfully into Zhou Ai's nostrils with each movement, domineeringly invading all his senses.

Zhou Ai's breath hitched, her mind going blank for a moment from the sudden closeness and the strong scent, almost forgetting how to breathe.

Just as Zhou Ai thought Chu Yi would kiss her again, her heart pounding as she braced herself to receive the kiss—

"Click."

A clear unlocking sound suddenly rang out in the silent carriage.

Chu Yi had reached out and pressed the central locking switch at some point.

The sound of the latch popping open was like a wake-up call, shattering the exquisitely romantic atmosphere inside the car.

Chu Yi raised an eyebrow slyly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Once the car door unlocked, he quickly sat up straight and retreated to the passenger seat, his movements fluid and natural, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been actively flirting and exchanging pleasantries.

He reached for the neatly folded cashmere scarf beside him, slowly and deliberately wrapped it around his neck again, covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that were still moist and smiling.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at Zhou Ai, who was still frozen in place, with a blank look in her eyes, clearly not yet recovered from the sudden turn of events.

"Teacher Zhou, that concludes today's transportation fare settlement."

Before Zhou Ai could react, Chu Yi nimbly pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Before closing the door, he turned back and winked at Zhou Ai, his eyes full of teasing, "You'll have to digest this yourself."

With a soft "bang," the car door closed.

The car was suddenly left with only Zhou Ai, the lingering scent of Chu Yi in the air, and his own heart pounding like a drum.

Zhou Ai remained in that forward-leaning, frozen posture for several seconds before suddenly snapping back to reality.

He raised his hand to touch his lips where they had been pressed against his, then looked at the empty passenger seat, and finally gazed out of the car at Chu Yi's dashing yet slightly "punchable" back as he walked towards the elevator.

A surge of shame and anger at being teased, mixed with an even stronger desire, welled up inside him. He muttered a curse under his breath, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, eventually turning into a helpless yet indulgent sigh.

"Chu Yi...you really are..."

This guy usually looks aloof and reserved, but when he starts flirting, he's absolutely irresistible.

With a lingering smile, Chu Yi walked briskly towards the elevator, her fingertips lightly tapping the screen of her phone, preparing to send Zhou Ai a WeChat message: "Drive home safely."

He had only typed half of the text when suddenly a large hand grabbed his wrist.

Caught off guard, Chu Yi stumbled and nearly dropped his phone. He looked up in surprise from under his scarf, but before he could see who it was, a tall, familiar figure shoved him into the elevator car that had just opened.

"Ugh...!"

Her back gently bumped against the cool elevator wall, and then Zhou Ai's burning hot body covered her, carrying a long-suppressed, almost fierce aura, and her kiss landed heavily.

This kiss was completely different from the gentle probing in the car earlier. It was full of predatory and possessive intent, urgent and deep, with a hint of punishing bites, as if it wanted to take back all the "grievances" of being teased and the desires that had been forcibly suppressed.

Chu Yi was caught off guard by the sudden kiss, as if all her oxygen had been taken away. Her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure it, her fingertips unconsciously clutching the fabric of Zhou Ai's chest.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Chu Yi felt he was about to suffocate, Zhou Ai pulled back slightly, but his forehead remained pressed against Chu Yi's, his heavy, hot breaths spraying between their lips and noses. The small space of the elevator was filled with ambiguous panting sounds.

"You haven't said goodnight yet." Zhou Ai's low, husky voice rang in Chu Yi's ears, heavy with nasal tones and lingering emotions, like sandpaper rubbing against her heart, sending shivers down her spine.

Chu Yi was still not fully recovered from that intense kiss; her eyes were glazed and her cheeks were flushed.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Ai's eyes darkened, and he suppressed the urge to continue. He raised his hand and gently stroked Chu Yi's slightly swollen lips with his fingertips, then restrainedly rubbed the top of his soft hair.

Then, Chu Yi watched as Zhou Ai grabbed his shoulder, gently turned him around, and pushed him out of the elevator.

One person is inside the elevator, and the other is outside. Their eyes meet.

Chu Yi stood blankly outside the elevator, looking at Zhou Ai inside the car.

Zhou Ai held the elevator door open button with one hand and put the other hand in her coat pocket, standing straight and trying to calm her rapid breathing.

Her face still had a lingering flush, but her eyes had regained some clarity, though the turbulent emotions within them remained strong.

He looked at Chu Yi, who was staring blankly out of the elevator, and gave him a slightly roguish yet incredibly gentle smile.

Goodnight, sweetie. Bye-bye.

With a "ding," the elevator doors began to slowly close.

Just a second before the door closed completely, Chu Yi clearly saw Zhou Ai's carefully maintained composure crumble the moment the door blocked her view.

He raised his hand and wiped his face hard, leaned against the elevator wall, tilted his head back and let out a long, silent breath. His back view revealed a kind of restraint and forbearance that was almost disheveled.

Zhou Ai knew that if she had hesitated for even a second, and stepped out of that elevator and followed Chu Yi to his doorstep, she would really not be able to leave tonight.

All rationality and the "take it slow" plan crumbled under Chu Yi's gaze.

He could only take advantage of the last vestiges of his consciousness to forcefully draw a line of safety between himself and Chu Yi for the night.

The elevator descended, leaving the person who had driven him to the brink of madness and whom he cherished so dearly upstairs.

Zhou Ai leaned against the cold elevator wall, closed her eyes, and felt her heart still pounding violently.

Outside the elevator, Chu Yi stood still until the elevator numbers started changing, then slowly raised her hand and gently touched her still slightly numb lips with her fingertips.

Recalling Zhou Ai's restrained yet stoic gaze and her hasty retreat, he was first stunned, then shook his head with a smile.

That idiot.

Chu Yi pushed open the door, and the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, casting a soft glow that illuminated the house, which was as clean and even somewhat deserted as ever.

Everything seemed the same as before, yet it felt different in every way.

He didn't immediately change his shoes and go inside. Instead, he leaned against the cold door, tilted his head back slightly, and closed his eyes. His arms were unconsciously crossed over his chest, a posture that conveyed a sense of contemplation and self-protection.

In the quiet space, only his still-unsettled breathing and heartbeat could be heard. Every scene was incredibly clear, carrying a powerful emotional impact.

Chu Yi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused as it fell on the empty living room. A strong sense of unreality enveloped him.

In fact, from the time Zhou Ai barged into this house last night until now, only about twenty-four hours have passed.

But this short day seemed to be stretched out infinitely, filled with intense emotions and dramatic turns that could overturn the trajectory of his life over the past twenty-seven years.

What's strange is that every minute he spent with Zhou Ai, even when he was tense, flustered, or even "bullied," he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt an unprecedented, vibrant life force surging through his veins.

This reminded him of his younger self, who grew up under strict discipline, always following the rules and striving for perfection.

The most unconventional and crazy thing I did back then was probably to secretly wear a mask and hat, blend into the crowd, and become a silent fanboy named "Pi," chasing after that shining young man on stage with my camera.

That was the only secret and passionate outlet in his dull youth.

Now, at twenty-seven, he seems to have done something even crazier and more unbelievable—he has actually fallen in love with the "star" he could only look up to from afar.

It's not about idols and fans, but a real, equal romantic relationship.

He originally thought that his life would proceed in this orderly manner, like a calm and undisturbed river, with a clear goal but no great surprises.

He was used to staying quietly in his own world, like an astronomy enthusiast, looking up at the starry sky, content with that distant and constant beauty, never hoping to actually touch it.

But who could have imagined that his brightest star would fall from the sky and land right in his arms?

Not only did she fall down, but she also blinked her incredibly bright eyes and told him, with a sense of righteous indignation mixed with a hint of grievance, that he should take the initiative to love her.

Whenever Chu Yi met those eyes and saw the undisguised affection, dependence, and even occasional childishness within them, she felt that all her principles, composure, and plans could crumble instantly.

Zhou Ai was like a beam of strong light, shining into his orderly but somewhat gray world without explanation, bringing noise, but also color and warmth.

Chu Yi even felt that even if the universe were to be destroyed right now, as long as Zhou Ai looked at him with those eyes, he would probably accept it all willingly and happily.

Thinking of this, Chu Yi couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle softly.

He straightened up and finally began to change his shoes, his movements unhurried. His gaze swept over the apartment, which he had once only thought of as a place to live, and for the first time, he felt that this place could truly be called "home."

From that moment on, on the other side of the city, there was a light that would be lit for him and that he would always think of.

And the name of that lamp is Zhou Ai.

Chu Yi took out her phone, looked at the nickname "My Good Husband" that Zhou Ai had forcibly changed on the screen, gently stroked it with her fingertip, then opened the chat window and typed:

Are you home yet?

After successfully sending the message, he held the phone in his hand and walked towards the living room.

Outside the window, the city lights still shone brightly, and in his heart, a unique and eternally shining star took up residence.