The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The seven-day holiday has begun.

Wen Yisheng goes dancing at Fanxing in the morning and works part-time at a coffee shop in the afternoon. Her days of leaving early and returning late are a bit tiring but fulfilling.

There are more people shopping in malls during holidays, so coffee shops naturally see a surge in customers.

As evening approached, after seeing off a group of guests, Wen Yisheng stood in front of the counter, twisting her neck and rubbing her sore shoulders.

"Wow, it's him! It's him! It's definitely him!"

Employee Qi Xue looked towards the glass door and suddenly let out a soft, excited scream.

She frantically winked at Yi Sheng when she heard him.

Wen Yisheng, unaware of what was going on, didn't care. She looked down and took out her phone from the pocket of her work apron. She saw that it was 6:20. She was finally about to get off work!

Qi Xue ran up to her, shaking her arm and pleading, "Sheng Sheng, can I have this order?"

"I didn't get a chance to talk to the handsome guy last time because I had diarrhea, so this time I want to seize the opportunity and see if I can get his WeChat!"

"I really want to date a handsome guy who's really good-looking, hehe!"

Wen Yisheng put her phone back in her pocket, paused for a moment, and looked up.

The customer who entered was a tall, long-legged, aloof young man with a calm and detached expression.

Wen Yisheng sighed softly and said to Qi Xue, "Then you take the orders and pay for them. I'll prepare the food."

"Huh? What's going on? You two know each other?" Qi Xue was stunned.

Then, the handsome customer nodded at Wen Yisheng, a slight smile appearing on his handsome and aloof face.

but--

A young man whose appearance and demeanor scream "keep away" has a deadly charm even when he just smiles!

"Well, I'd say we know each other."

Qi Xue gets very nervous when she sees handsome men, and when she orders, she doesn't speak as fluently as when she's with other customers; she stutters a bit.

Zhong Xu looked at the drink menu and said, "One iced latte and one low-fat blueberry yogurt mousse. Thank you."

"Okay, Sheng Sheng, who's paying...?"

"money?"

Qi Xue blinked and lingered between the two men, her eyes ambiguous, as if she had misunderstood something.

Wen Yisheng: "I'll pay."

Zhong Xu handed over the payment code, "No need."

Wen Yisheng didn't rush to pay, after all, she was the one who got hit by the basketball last time. They weren't that close.

Wen Yisheng makes lattes and mousse cakes in advance, which are placed on a glass display stand so they can be taken out directly.

Qi Xue brought out the cake and nudged Wen Yisheng, who was making coffee, with her shoulder.

"You two actually know each other? Was this handsome guy here looking for you last time?"

Wen Yisheng was taking coffee powder, her face serious, and casually replied, "No, it's a senior."

"Wow, you two... are you dating?"

Wen Yisheng's hand trembled, and she almost spilled the coffee powder: "That's not true, don't talk nonsense!"

"Why did that handsome young man order you a mousse cake? And a low-fat one at that. Isn't it because you need to maintain your figure for dancing?" Qi Xue didn't believe it.

"It must be because he likes to eat it."

Wen Yisheng carried the tray to the booth where Zhong Xu was sitting.

"Your iced latte and mousse."

Zhong Xu looked away from the glass wall and looked up at her: "Thank you. When do you get off work?"

"...6:30."

"There are no customers right now, may you sit down and have a meal with me?"

"No, you can't sit in the store during work hours."

Zhong Xu reached out and pushed the mousse on the table towards the empty seat opposite him: "Then I'll wait for you to get off work."

"Huh?" Daddy, the mousse was really for her?

Zhong Xu ignored her bewildered expression.

She took a sip of her iced latte, a gentle smile softening her usually aloof expression: "Hmm, not bad."

"I……"

Zhong Xu looked up at her, puzzled. "Why are you still standing here? It's 6:30. Go clock out and leave work."

Huh? Wen Yisheng... I can't quite put my finger on it.

No, why does he seem to know her so well?

"I'm not eating it, you can eat it yourself." Wen Yisheng glanced at Mousse.

Zhong Xu nodded: "Then you can take it. I don't want it anymore."

Wen Yisheng: "Wasting food is not a good thing."

Zhong Xu said, "I don't like eating this. I bought it for you as compensation. You're the one wasting food."

Wen Yisheng: "...Wait for me, I'm going to clock out first!"

Wen Yisheng carried her tray to the check-in counter, and Qi Xue, looking excited, eagerly asked, "I told you so! What's your relationship? Is he pursuing you?"

"No, he hit me with a basketball a few days ago, so he probably wanted to make it up to me."

Qi Xue: "Do you have his WeChat?"

Wen Yisheng went to the changing room: "Nothing."

A few customers entered the store, and Qi Xue and another employee who took over the shift got busy.

Wen Yisheng sat down opposite Zhong Xu. Since the two were not familiar with each other, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"eat."

Zhong Xu was a man of few words; after uttering just one word, he sat upright and gazed out the glass window.

"Oh..." Wen Yisheng picked up a small spoon, scooped out some cake, and put it in her mouth. She was indeed hungry.

I had a bowl of snail rice noodles downstairs for lunch, and haven't eaten anything since I started working part-time.

Zhong Xu: "Would you like something to drink?"

"No need, the store provides free drinks for its employees."

The two fell silent again, and Wen Yisheng buried her head in eating cake.

Zhong Xu turned his gaze away from outside and found it had fallen on the other side.

The girl ate very well, quietly, with slender, fair fingers holding the spoon.

She parted her lips slightly, her alluring lips pressed against the spoon, and her pink lips were stained with cream. She stuck out her tongue, gently rolled it up, and licked the cream off her lips.

Zhong Xu frowned, feeling inexplicably thirsty.

I turned my head away, picked up my iced latte, and took a sip. The bittersweet taste was cool and suppressed the unfamiliar flame in my chest.

Wen Yisheng put down her spoon and wiped her mouth with a tissue: "Senior Zhong Xu, is there something you want to tell me?"

"No," Zhong Xuzhi said directly, "Could you give me your contact information?"

Before Wen Yisheng could answer, the phone on the table vibrated.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, and she opened WeChat.

Wen Zhi: Aren't you off work yet?

Wen Yisheng glanced at Zhong Xu across from her and felt inexplicably a little guilty. Would Wen Zhi come to pick her up?

Last time in the infirmary, Wen Zhi was particularly dejected, saying she didn't like Zhong Xu and wouldn't let her see him...

More news came in.

Wen Zhi: The driver said he hasn't seen you leave the mall yet? Is something wrong? I asked the driver to go to the store to look for you.

Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he himself hadn't come.

But it's only 6:45 now, she was only five minutes later than usual when she left the mall, and he already sent her a message?!

Wen Yisheng was annoyed. The cold, aloof uncle usually ignored her, so why did he have to explain everything to Wen Zhi?!

whispering sound!!

Wen Yisheng didn't reply for a minute.

The other side has already sent a video call.

Wen Yisheng: "..." I feel a little suffocated.