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Lin Zhao looked up at him. The man's eyes were full of smiles, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.

He suspected that Shang Yu had drunk too much and smiled helplessly.

"it is good."

When Shang Yu heard that the person had agreed, he was even happier than before. For some reason, he suddenly reached out and picked the person up in his arms, carrying them all the way to the car.

Lin Zhao had been nestled obediently in his arms, and only now did she finally pat his shoulder.

"etc!"

Shang Yu looked down at him curiously, only to hear the person in his arms say in a serious tone.

"Don't drink and drive!"

Shang Yu chuckled softly and tapped on the car window with one hand.

The window was lowered, revealing Assistant Li's face. He leaned against the windowsill and waved to Lin Zhao.

"Mr. Lin, it's been a long time."

Lin Zhao's face flushed red instantly, and she stammered in response.

"Hmm...long time no see."

After saying that, she immediately snuggled back into Shang Yu's arms and scolded him softly.

Why didn't you say so sooner!

Shang Yu reached out and hugged the person tighter, giving Assistant Li a warning look. The latter shrank back and closed the car window.

"Okay, he can't see it."

Lin Zhao glanced back and almost laughed in exasperation. Did they think he couldn't see anything just because the car window was closed?

He suspected that his brother, Ah Yu, was really quite drunk, but he didn't say anything more.

Shang Yu carried the person to the back seat, and with the partition raised, the back seat of the car was truly empty except for the two of them.

Almost as soon as the car door closed, Shang Yu suddenly grabbed Lin Zhao's chin and kissed her without any warning.

Lin Zhao was startled and instinctively pressed her fingertips against his chest, trying to push him away.

But Shang Yu's actions were too hasty and too forceful; he pried open his lips and quickly began to explore them.

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the alcohol that were too intoxicating, or perhaps it was the man's passion that infected him, but Lin Zhao quickly fell into a state of confusion.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Their hot breaths mingled, each one more disordered than the last.

Whether it was because of the alcohol or not, Shang Yu didn't even give Lin Zhao a chance to breathe.

She lingered on his lips, caressing them gently, and as if that wasn't enough, she pressed her large hand against the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

Just before Lin Zhao felt he was about to suffocate, Shang Yu finally took pity on him and released him.

Lin Zhao's eyes were red at the corners, and physiological tears wet her eyelashes, hanging there damply.

Her pink lips were kissed until they turned bright red, like a candied hawthorn coated in honey, making you want to take a bite.

Lin Zhao came to his senses and became somewhat annoyed. Shang Yu hadn't considered his feelings at all this time, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

That's absolutely outrageous!

He was about to grumble when he felt the man's arms tighten around him, and a hoarse voice came from beside him.

"Baby, I'm so happy today, really, really happy."

Lin Zhao looked up at him and saw that the man's eyes were also red and slightly moist.

He cried too.

He couldn't quite describe his feelings, but he knew that all his anger had vanished. He reached out and cupped Shang Yu's face, nuzzling his nose against Shang Yu's.

"Me too, I'm very happy."

Lin Zhao could feel Shang Yu's heart pounding. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it; it was warm, comforting, and made him happy.

So this is what happiness feels like?

Lin Zhao thought, but little did he know that he would feel even happier in a moment.

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The car drove all the way to an amusement park in the suburbs. It was a little smaller than the last one, but it had the largest Ferris wheel in Beijing.

The colorful light caught Lin Zhao's attention. His eyes flashed with surprise, and he took a step forward, leaning against the car window to look into the distance.

"It's a Ferris wheel!"

Lin Zhao exclaimed in surprise, and Shang Yu followed his gaze, reaching out to rub the top of his head.

"Yes, it's a Ferris wheel. Does Zhaozhao like it?"

Lin Zhao nodded repeatedly.

"Of course I like it! I've never ridden a Ferris wheel before!"

Shang Yu echoed this sentiment.

"I've never ridden it before either."

Lin Zhao turned to look at him, then, remembering something, sat back down and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Brother Ayu, are we going to ride the Ferris wheel?"

Shang Yuqing gave a soft "hmm".

"We're going to ride the Ferris wheel."

Shang Yu seemed unusually patient today, answering Lin Zhao's questions earnestly, just as he had always done before.

But today, Lin Zhao felt something was a little different.

The car quickly arrived at the entrance of the amusement park. It was already closing time, but the park was still brightly lit.

Just like last time, there were lots and lots of staff dressed in mascot costumes, and cheerful music playing.

"Why are there still so many people?"

Lin Zhao asked instinctively, and this time Shang Yu didn't hide it from him, taking his hand as they got out of the car.

"I booked the whole place. I was worried that Zhao Zhao would be scared at night, so I asked the staff to stay. Don't worry, I'll give them double pay."

Lin Zhao wasn't worried about that; he just felt his wallet was empty looking at such a huge amusement park.

"Actually, we can come tomorrow during the day; this is too much of a waste of money."

Shang Yu chuckled softly, took his hand, and kissed it.

"Save me money? Has Zhao Zhao forgotten? I'm President Shang again, now it's my turn to support Zhao Zhao, and I can't wait."

Before Lin Zhao could ask him what he couldn't wait for, a group of dolls swarmed around him.

Accompanied by cheerful music and enthusiastic mascots, Lin Zhao and Shang Yu were pushed all the way to the plaza below the Ferris wheel.

Throughout the entire journey, Shang Yu held his hand firmly without letting go for even a moment, and soon they arrived at the bottom of the Ferris wheel.

The dolls lined up in two orderly rows, each bowing slightly as if to invite the other to enter.

Shang Yu also used his other hand to open the Ferris wheel cabin door for him.

"Please, my prince."

He spoke, his voice clear but tinged with a hint of intoxication.

Lin Zhao felt himself getting drunk. He smiled and stepped forward.

After Shang Yu got on, the Ferris wheel began to slowly rotate.

Lin Zhao remained excited, her fingertips pressed against the glass as she gazed outwards. The Ferris wheel turned slowly, and as it rose higher, the scenery became more and more breathtaking.

"That's the night view of Kyoto."

Shang Yu wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, rested his chin gently on his shoulder, and spoke in a low, gentle voice.

"Yes."

Lin Zhao stared blankly out the window.

The Ferris wheel has reached its highest point, and the entire city of Beijing unfolds beneath our feet.

The lights of thousands of homes shone like an inverted Milky Way, and the traffic flow turned into a winding ribbon of light.

The distant horizon met the deep blue night sky, a sight of breathtaking beauty.

"So beautiful..."

Lin Zhao murmured softly, her fingertips unconsciously covering the back of her hand at her waist.

Shang Yu turned him around so that he was facing him.

The space inside the carriage was small; the two men sat with their knees touching, their breaths mingling.

Lin Zhao looked up at him and noticed that the man's eyes reflected the lights outside the window, shining incredibly brightly.

"Zhaozhao?"

Shang Yu called out to him.

"Um?"

"Do you want to kiss me?"