Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

When I left my parents' house, the afternoon sun was shining brightly.

Meng Yanchen naturally took Qiu Yingying's hand, their fingers intertwined, palms pressed together, and they slowly walked towards the direction of Ode to Joy. The two of them always liked to be close to each other, and Qiu Yingying also liked to play with Meng Yanchen's hand.

The two walked side by side in silence. Qiu Yingying would occasionally glance at him, noticing the gentle look in his eyes when he looked down.

Meng Yanchen noticed her gaze, gently squeezed her hand with his fingertips, and felt his girlfriend's gaze. His ears turned slightly red, and the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile.

It's only a few minutes' walk from my neighborhood to Joyful Song; the distance isn't long, but I feel exceptionally safe walking there.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Qiu Yingying couldn't help but lean closer to him. This was the first time she had felt so clearly that they were truly moving step by step toward their future together.

Holding hands, we walked into the Joyful Song building, and the elevator smoothly ascended to the 22nd floor.

With a ding, the elevator doors slowly opened. The two people had just stepped out when they suddenly stopped.

At the entrance of 2201, Andy was leaning against the door, Liang Jiaozhou had one hand on her ear, gently pulling her into his arms and kissing her.

In the quiet corridor, the air seemed to be on fire.

Qiu Yingying's eyes widened suddenly, her cheeks flushed red, and she instinctively raised her hands to cover her eyes, leaving only a thin slit to peek out furtively.

He looked both flustered and curious, like a little squirrel that had stumbled upon some secret—nervous yet adorable.

Meng Yanchen was amused by her sudden reaction, and a smile appeared in his eyes. However, he also gently tugged at her wrist, lowered his voice, and said in a soft and slightly helpless tone, "Don't peek. Let's go back first."

Qiu Yingying was tense, covering her eyes and not daring to lower them. Led by Meng Yanchen, she moved forward step by step, like a thief, tiptoeing past him, afraid of disturbing him, but unable to resist her curiosity, she opened her fingers a little wider.

Looking at her shy yet irresistible expression, Meng Yanchen's heart melted. He quickened his pace and led her to the door of 2204.

Only when the key clicked into the lock and the door opened did Qiu Yingying abruptly lower her hand, letting out a long sigh of relief. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she couldn't help but giggle softly, "That scared me to death! Wow, it was Andy!"

Before she could finish speaking, Meng Yanchen gently pulled her into the house.

The door closed gently behind them, clicking shut and instantly shutting out all outside noise. The small entryway became so quiet that only the two of them could breathe.

Qiu Yingying was still laughing, her cheeks flushed, and she gently punched his arm: "It's all your fault, you walked so slowly just now, I felt so bad."

She was boisterous, hopping and skipping around in front of him like a little rabbit, her eyebrows and eyes curved, her nose slightly red, and her whole being exuded a soft and charming cuteness.

Meng Yanchen let her fuss, but his gaze remained fixed on her face. The tenderness in his eyes gradually faded, and he thought softly to himself: She was so vibrant and passionate, and he was filled with a sense of peace and happiness. He had never thought before that someone could make him so willing to be so infatuated with her, and he only wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and never let her go again.

When Qiu Yingying raised her hand to touch his arm again, Meng Yanchen suddenly reached out and firmly held her waist.

Before she could react, he easily lifted her up with one hand. Qiu Yingying gasped and hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Meng Yanchen looked down at her reddened eyes, his throat tightened slightly, and he gently placed her on the low cabinet in the entryway, so that she was at eye level with him. He then wrapped his arms around her, completely encircling her in his embrace, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Qiu Yingying instantly quieted down, her eyes wide open, her heartbeat suddenly erratic, and even her breathing subconsciously became softer.

Meng Yanchen leaned down slightly, getting closer little by little. He didn't rush to kiss her, but instead lowered his gaze to her slightly reddened lips, then looked up at her flustered eyes, sighing softly in his heart: she was too sweet, too soft, too captivating to him. The gentleness he had been restraining all along finally couldn't be hidden any longer at the moment the door closed.

His breath landed first, gently brushing across her forehead, her eyebrows, and then sliding to the tip of her nose, softly intertwining with her breath.

Qiu Yingying closed her eyes nervously, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Although they had kissed many times before, she was still moved.

The next second, Meng Yanchen did not hesitate at all and leaned down to kiss her fiercely.

It was no longer a gentle probing, but a force like a sudden storm, carrying the suppressed heat and possessiveness of the journey, domineering and brooking no refusal, almost engulfing her entirely.

Qiu Yingying trembled all over from his kiss, her breath was instantly taken away, and she could only passively endure it, her fingertips tightly gripping his clothes, her whole body going limp on the counter.

Only when she was almost out of breath did Meng Yanchen step back slightly, and looking at her red and moist lips, the turbulent emotions in his eyes slowly subsided.

He lowered his head, his warm lips gently landing on her slender neck, no longer fierce, only filled with extreme tenderness and cherishing, slowly kissing her, leaving a faint red mark.

Qiu Yingying trembled all over, breathing softly, her cheeks burning hot, and she collapsed into his arms.

Meng Yanchen reached out and gently embraced her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Qiu Yingying's cheeks were burning hot, and she couldn't open her eyes. She could only bury herself gently in his arms, leaning softly against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, unable to say a word.