He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed and ashamed she became. Sang Jiuning's face turned bright red, her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and she felt incredibly ashamed. She felt that she had just made a huge fool of herself and wished she could disappear into the ground.

She doesn't want to stay here for even a second longer.

Sang Jiuning placed her small hand on Wen Zhaoci's chest and gently pushed him away. Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of panic and awkwardness: "Um... since you're busy, I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, she hurriedly tried to break free from his embrace, intending to escape this laboratory that was driving her crazy.

But how could Wen Zhaoci possibly let her go?

After seven whole days of longing and countless nights of yearning, he finally got the girl he had been longing for by his side. Before he could even properly cherish her, how could he bear to let go?

The lingering, tender feelings in his heart were still hidden in his eyes. Now that the warm and sweet person in his arms was about to leave, Wen Zhaoci subconsciously tightened his arms, holding the person firmly in his embrace, not giving them any room to break free.

He was tall and slender, and his movements were crisp and efficient. He got up, took a few steps to the laboratory door, and locked it with a click.

In the closed and quiet laboratory, only the overlapping breaths of the two remained, gentle and tender.

Wen Zhaoci turned around and gently pulled the bewildered Sang Jiuning back into his arms, settling her steadily in her designated chair.

The narrow seat pressed the two of them tightly together, without a single gap. He encircled her in front of him, completely imprisoning her in his own little world.

Before Sang Jiuning could react, a barrage of warm kisses rained down upon her.

Gentle yet possessive, brooking no refusal, and overflowing with tender affection.

A gentle kiss landed on her smooth forehead, swept across her delicate nose, brushed against her small nose tip, and finally settled firmly on her soft lips, caressing and lingering tenderly.

After the kiss, Wen Zhaoci pressed his forehead against hers, his breath slightly hot, his eyes filled with an undisguised deepness. He confessed, word by word, in a low, husky voice, "Baby, I love you so much."

I miss you so much.

"I've been thinking about you every single day for a whole week."

He lowered his head and gently pecked at the corner of her lips, his voice filled with a humble yet fervent plea: "Baby, do you like me?"

"Tell me you like me too, okay?"

If it were before, Sang Jiuning would have been awkward, arrogant, and stubborn, and would have pretended to be reserved to avoid his confession.

But things are different now.

All the affection that had been building up in my heart surged up and filled my entire heart.

Sang Jiuning looked up at the boy who was so close to her. His features were handsome and gentle, and his eyes were filled with her image, so affectionate that they were almost overflowing.

She stopped dodging and being awkward. Her eyes were still slightly red, and her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of hoarseness from crying. She answered earnestly and directly, "Yes, I like you very much too, Wen Zhaoci."

Upon hearing the answer she had been longing for, Wen Zhaoci's dark eyes instantly lit up, as if filled with starlight. All the longing and unease in her heart were soothed, leaving only a deep sense of satisfaction and warmth.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips tenderly, his voice incredibly gentle: "My sweet baby."

The two of them stayed close together, kissing and cuddling for a long time in the quiet laboratory.

Wen Zhaoci was reluctant to let go of her completely. He raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of her soft hair before looking back at the computer screen in front of him. His fingertips landed on the keyboard as he continued his unfinished programming task.

Sang Jiuning sat quietly on the small stool beside him, behaving exceptionally well.

On the table were exquisite desserts and milk tea that Wen Zhaoci had ordered for her in advance, all of which were her favorite flavors: soft and chewy mousse, sweet cream puffs, and everything else.

She picked up a small piece of the delicate dessert and ate it in small bites, the sweet taste filling her mouth.

Looking at the boy's focused and serious profile, with his clean and smooth jawline, and his cool yet gentle eyes, his earnest work ethic was particularly captivating.

Sang Jiuning leaned forward, picked up a piece of the softest, most glutinous cake with a small fork, and held it to his lips, whispering, "Boyfriend, have a bite too, it's delicious."

Wen Zhaoci's gaze remained fixed on the screen as she naturally opened her mouth and swallowed, her tongue inadvertently brushing against the slightly cool fork. A faint smile appeared in her eyes, and even the speed at which her fingers tapped the keyboard softened.

"It's very sweet," he whispered.

Sang Jiuning raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Right? I love this place."

There was only one cup of milk tea on the table, a very large cup.

Looking at the only milk tea, Sang Jiuning had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

He must have deliberately ordered only one drink.

I just wanted to share a drink with her.

Sang Jiuning picked up the milk tea, inserted the straw, took a small sip herself, and then held it to Wen Zhaoci's lips, gently waving it: "I know you did this on purpose, drink it."

Wen Zhaoci then turned his head, looked down at the little milk stain on her lips, his eyes filled with tenderness, leaned down and took the straw into his mouth to share the same cup of milk tea with her.

"As sweet as your mouth," he said softly, looking at her.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks flushed from his words, and she lowered her head to eat her dessert in small bites.

The setting sun slanted in through the laboratory's glass windows, casting a soft golden light on the two of them, outlining their tender and affectionate silhouettes. The scene was serene and utterly gentle.

Before we knew it, the sky had completely darkened, the campus lights outside the window were just coming on, and the evening breeze gently rustled through the treetops.

Neither of them intended to leave, so they simply ordered takeout for dinner.

After dinner, Sang Jiuning quietly stayed with Wen Zhaoci for more than half an hour.

"I'm going back to my dorm now." Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of lingering hoarseness, whether from crying or from the unique softness of kissing for so long that afternoon.

Wen Zhaoci's fingertips paused almost imperceptibly as he typed on the keyboard. His dark, deep eyes lifted slightly, and his gaze fell on the corners of her slightly reddened eyes. "Okay, drive carefully."

Sang Jiuning nodded gently, turned around and walked out of the laboratory, closing the heavy door behind her.

After shutting out the evening breeze and figures outside the door, the boy, who had just been immersed in the experimental data, suddenly became completely subdued.

The laboratory fell into absolute silence, so quiet that the faint sound of the central air conditioning could be heard.

Wen Zhaoci slowly raised her eyes, her dark pupils no longer calm as before, but churning with deep undercurrents.

He raised his hand, and with precise and swift movements, tapped a hidden folder deep within the computer desktop.

This is the miniature surveillance video he secretly installed.

The laboratory stores important scientific research data and project materials. The hidden cameras were originally installed to ensure experimental safety and prevent data leakage.

This camera is now proving extremely useful.