Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

"Okay." Qiu Yingying's fingertips were still hooked around Meng Yanchen's little finger as he led her out of the alleyway of the ancient town. The evening breeze, carrying the dampness of Erhai Lake, rushed over, a little chilly.

He suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at her, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes: "I'll take you somewhere. I've already planned it. We're going camping at the beach tonight."

Qiu Yingying's eyes lit up immediately, and she grabbed his hand and shook it: "Wow, you actually arranged this secretly! No wonder you kept glancing at the outdoor store earlier."

Meng Yanchen smiled, ruffled her hair, and led her straight into an outdoor equipment store by the roadside.

Without much hesitation, he chose the best off-white tent. He then picked out two fluffy thin blankets, pressing his fingertips against the lambswool mattresses to make sure they were soft enough. As he wandered into a corner, his gaze fell on a natural wood guitar. He picked it up, strummed it a couple of times, and seeing the clear, bright tone, grabbed that one too. Qiu Yingying leaned over, lightly tapping the strings with her fingernail, and teased, raising an eyebrow, "Wow, Haipei Music! You've got to sing me a song tonight." He pinched her cheek, his tone amused, "You can sing too, right? We can sing together."

After leaving the store, the two turned into the snack street next door. The evening breeze carried the aroma of roasted pork belly, the fresh smell of seafood in broth, and the sweet fragrance of fried milk fan.

Qiu Yingying, who already had a sweet tooth, was now even more captivated. Pointing at the barbecue stall, she shouted, "Boss, two skewers of grilled mushrooms, two skewers of pork belly! And fried milk fan with rose sugar!" Meng Yanchen, who was standing behind her, was carrying her bag. Seeing her swallow hard as she stared at the clams in the sauce, he told the owner directly, "I want both the shrimp paste and clams, with extra lemon and minced garlic."

He also ordered a side of fried potatoes, and specifically told her to "put less chili," because he remembered that she tends to choke when eating spicy food.

After walking a few steps, I came across a shop selling homemade fruit wine. The glass jars were filled with bayberries, plums, and peach blossoms, and the wine was very clear.

Meng Yanchen picked up a bottle of plum wine, unscrewed the cap, smelled it, and handed it to Qiu Yingying: "It's low-alcohol, your favorite fruit wine." He also took a bottle each of peach blossom wine and osmanthus wine, "Tonight, drink it with seafood to warm up." Qiu Yingying held the plum wine, her fingertips touching the cool glass jar.

The two carried their hands full of food, tent equipment, and alcohol as they headed towards the seaside campsite.

The closer you get to the sea, the stronger the salty, damp smell in the wind becomes. The campsite is indeed as quiet as Meng Yanchen said, with only a few tents scattered on the beach.

He chose the spot closest to the sea, put down his things, and started setting up the tent. He did it very efficiently, while Qiu Yingying squatted down beside him, handing him ropes and supporting the tent frame.

In no time, the off-white tent was set up. Unzipped, it faced the dark sea at night, bringing with it the unique coolness of the seaside.

Meng Yanchen laid out a soft lambswool mat, then folded a thin blanket in the corner. Turning his head, he saw Meng Yanchen place a small table in front of the tent, string a string of warm yellow fairy lights around the corner of the table and the tent poles, and with a flick of the switch, tiny points of light lit up.

She placed seafood in a sauce, barbecue, and fried food on the table, while Meng Yanchen poured fruit wine into two pretty glasses. The sweetness of peach blossom wine and the mellow aroma of plum wine made a crisp sound when they clinked their glasses together, which was particularly clear on the quiet seaside.

Qiu Yingying took a bite of the grilled mushroom, the umami flavor spreading in her mouth. She then sipped the plum wine and smiled with her eyes narrowed: "This is so comfortable! Much more comfortable than eating in a restaurant."

Meng Yanchen peeled a clam for her and held it to her lips, a smile in his eyes: "I just want to find a quiet place, just the two of us, to stay together."

The two ate and chatted, talking about where they wanted to go and reminiscing about their childhood memories, filled with anticipation for the future.

After finishing their meal and clearing the table, Meng Yanchen brought over his guitar, sat on a cushion, and tuned the strings. As his fingertips glided across the strings, a smooth melody floated out.

Qiu Yingying immediately moved a small stool next to him and casually hummed the tune of "Slowly Like You". He followed her rhythm and started playing. His fingering was steady and the melody was warm. Her voice was sweet and clear, which matched his low voice perfectly.

The two sang one song after another, from old songs to new ones. Their voices drifted into the distance on the sea breeze. Occasionally, passing tourists would cast envious glances, but they would only smile and nod, unwilling to disturb this beautiful moment.

As they sang with great enthusiasm, Qiu Yingying leaned on his shoulder, her fingers lightly tapping out the rhythm on the strings. Meng Yanchen turned to look at her; the light from the fairy lights fell on her hair, casting a warm glow, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed. "I didn't expect you to play so well," she whispered, her tone full of admiration. He ruffled her hair, his voice deep and gentle: "You sing so beautifully. Playing with you is much more enjoyable than playing alone."

The campsite's communal washrooms weren't far away, so the two of them went together, carrying towels and toothbrushes. The evening breeze was a bit cooler than in the evening, and Meng Yanchen casually draped his black sports jacket over her shoulders. The oversized jacket enveloped her, carrying a faint scent of cedar, a scent unique to him.

Qiu Yingying nestled inside his coat, holding his hand. The sand beneath their feet was soft, and the two walked slowly under the starlight, exchanging a few words now and then—just trivial chatter, yet full of sweetness.

After washing up, I walked back. The surface of Erhai Lake reflected the starlight, so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Once inside the tent, Meng Yanchen carefully laid out two thin blankets, one for each person. Only a small, warm-light night lamp was left in the tent, providing soft, non-glaring light.

The two lay side by side, their noses lingering with each other's faint fragrance. At first, they were both a little embarrassed and neither of them spoke. All they could hear was the gentle sound of the waves outside and their slightly rapid breathing.

After a moment of silence, Meng Yanchen turned his head and looked at Qiu Yingying's profile. In the soft light, her eyes and brows looked exceptionally gentle. He whispered, "Goodnight."

Qiu Yingying turned her head and met his deep eyes, which reflected her small self and twinkling lights. She whispered, "Goodnight." As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Yanchen leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Qiu Yingying's cheeks flushed instantly. She quickly lay down straight, closed her eyes, and pretended to be calm, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

Meng Yanchen also lay down straight, thinking that having her scent beside him would make him feel especially at ease.

Just as he was starting to feel sleepy, the person next to him, who had already fallen asleep quickly, began to get restless. Qiu Yingying first gently turned over and snuggled closer to him, then rested her head on his arm, her warm breath tickling his neck.

Her hand unconsciously reached out and pressed against his chest. The warmth of her palm seeped through the thin fabric of his clothes, and she occasionally kneaded it gently, like a kitten scratching an itch, teasing his nerves.

Meng Yanchen froze, barely daring to breathe. Her arm was under his head, her hand pressed against his chest, and he could clearly feel her softness and warmth. The faint scent of her hair filled his ears, and he could hear her even breathing. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest. His whole body was stiff, and he was wide awake.

He remained in that position, not daring to move for fear of waking her. His eyes were wide open, watching the twinkling lights on the tent ceiling. His arm gradually went numb, but he couldn't bear to move it, letting her lean against him.

The night breeze gently swayed the tent, and the sound of waves crashed against the shore. Meng Yanchen stared at the light and shadows for a long time, wide awake, feeling only the softness of the person in his arms, which stirred a tingling sensation in his heart. He looked down at her sleeping face; her long eyelashes drooped gently, and a faint smile played on her lips. She looked incredibly sweet.

He couldn't help but lower his head and place a very light kiss on the corner of her lips, like touching a fragile treasure, separating them in an instant. But that soft touch seemed to take root, spreading through his heart, leaving him somewhat unsatisfied.

He lowered his head again and kissed the corner of her lips, this time without restraint, with a tentative tenderness, gently stroking them. The person in his arms paused slightly in breathing, but did not wake up. He gradually grew bolder, kissing her more deeply, his tongue lightly licking her lips, tasting the faint sweetness of fruit wine.

Whether it was the wonderful atmosphere of the night or the allure of the person in his arms, the feelings in his heart burned brighter and brighter, gradually losing all sense of proportion.

The kiss grew stronger, no longer the initial gentleness, but carrying a long-suppressed urgency and loss of control. He gripped the back of her neck slightly, deepening the kiss, and their breaths became hot as their lips met.

As if afraid she would run away, he kissed her fiercely and deeply until the person in his arms let out a low moan and struggled slightly. Only then did he snap out of his daze and release her.

Qiu Yingying was awakened by a kiss so intense she could barely breathe. The force of the kiss on her lips was heavy and urgent, with a domineering heat that instantly jolted her awake. She opened her eyes groggily, not fully awake, feeling a numbness in her lips as if they were wrapped in something, and her breathing was somewhat difficult.

She shifted slightly and realized she was nestled in Meng Yanchen's arms, her head resting on his arm, her hand on his chest, while his hand was on the back of her neck, his eyes filled with lingering desire, and his breathing was a little unsteady.

She instantly snapped awake, her cheeks flushing bright red. She abruptly pushed him away, sat up, and covered her numb lips, her eyes filled with accusation, glistening with tears. Her voice, soft and sleepy, yet tinged with grievance, cried out, "Meng Yanchen! You pervert!"

Looking at her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips from being kissed, Meng Yanchen felt a flicker of panic in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by a smile.

He sat up and reached out to touch her lips, but she turned her head away. "I'm innocent," he said in a low, slightly hoarse voice, with a hint of barely perceptible annoyance, "Girlfriend, you're the one who snuggled into my arms in the middle of the night."

"I didn't!" Qiu Yingying stubbornly insisted, but remembering that she had clearly been lying next to him before falling asleep, and now she was nestled in his arms, she felt a little less confident. She touched her lips; they were still numb. Feeling both ashamed and angry, she said, "Why were you so rough? They're numb!"

Seeing her pouty expression, Meng Yanchen's smile deepened. He leaned forward, his tone slightly ingratiating, "Sorry, I couldn't control myself." He paused, then added, "It's because you're so likable."

"You smooth talker!" Qiu Yingying glared at him, but her cheeks turned even redder. She tried to move back, to get away from him, but Meng Yanchen reached out and grabbed her waist, gently pulling her back into his arms. His arms were strong and warm, holding her tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

"Don't move." Meng Yanchen's voice rang in her ear, warm and gentle. "Let me hold you a little longer."

Qiu Yingying struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up. Her lips were still numb, but she wasn't really angry inside. Instead, she felt as if something had filled her up, a warm feeling. She could clearly hear his steady, strong heartbeat and feel his warmth.

Her cheeks were still burning, but she couldn't help snuggling closer to him, finding a comfortable position, and closing her eyes.

Meng Yanchen looked down at the person who was lying still in his arms, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. He tightened his arms, holding her even closer, and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, whispering, "Sleep now, I'll be gentler next time."

Qiu Yingying hummed softly, her voice tinged with shyness. She nestled in Meng Yanchen's arms, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his warmth, surrounded by the gentle sound of the waves, and enveloped in a comforting aura. Her previously restless heart gradually calmed down, and drowsiness returned.