Chapter 356 - 354: Mutual Feelings

Yue Feifei’s words left Yang Xun completely stunned.

He looked at her alcohol-flushed face, her fluttering eyelashes, and her slightly pursed lips. A hidden corner of his heart took a fierce hit.

"What... what did you say?"

"I said, I like you, you idiot."

Yue Feifei looked up, an unprecedented seriousness in her almond-shaped eyes. Though the alcohol left her gaze a bit unfocused, her certainty was completely sober.

"Back then, you were as thin as a beanpole. You always wore that faded school uniform, sat in the very last row, and never spoke to anyone," she said, her voice gradually taking on a nasal twang. "But you were just so special. You were dirt poor, yet you never complained to anyone, nor did you ever resort to petty theft because of it.

"I just thought... this guy is definitely going to be amazing in the future."

Yang Xun looked into her eyes as those memories he had deliberately sealed away surged back to the surface.

The image of the girl with the high ponytail, whose eyes curved into little crescents when she smiled as she handed him bread, had stayed with him for years. Yet, he had never dared to dwell on what that warmth truly meant. He had assumed it was just a young girl’s pure kindness; he never expected that Yue Feifei had feelings for him even then.

"Feifei..." Yang Xun leaned in a little closer.

They were so close they could almost feel each other’s breath. The scent of alcohol mingled with her natural fragrance, tangling in the air between them.

The next second, he lowered his head and kissed her.

It was a feather-light kiss, merely a gentle touch against her soft lips.

Yue Feifei closed her eyes and rested her hands on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

As their lips and teeth parted and met, a soft moan escaped her throat.

Yang Xun could feel her body trembling slightly and her heartbeat quickening with nerves. He gently placed his palm flat against her back and pulled her closer into his embrace.

Yue Feifei tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted as she gazed at him with misty eyes. "Yang Xun..."

The kiss grew far deeper than the last, urgent and searingly hot.

The moonlight from the window spilled across the floor, stretching their intertwined shadows long into the room.

It was unclear who made the first move, but the rustle of clothes rubbing together sounded exceptionally loud in the quiet room.

The top button of Yue Feifei’s shirt was undone, revealing a stretch of pale collarbone and a smooth, rounded shoulder. Her breathing was ragged and unsteady.

Their tongues tangled, the wet sounds enough to make anyone blush.

Yang Xun leaned over her. His kisses trailed from the corner of her mouth, down her jawline, and onto her neck. His warm breath fanned across her sensitive skin, sending tiny shivers through her body.

She arched her back slightly, breathless little whimpers slipping from her lips. "Yang Xun... don’t... don’t bite..."

He chuckled, his voice low and raspy. "Don’t be nervous. It’ll feel good in a minute."

Yue Feifei’s cheeks were flushed so red they looked as if they might bleed. Her legs involuntarily pressed together and relaxed. Her voice was laced with flustered embarrassment. "If you’re going to kiss me, then kiss me... Can you just not..."

"Not what?"

"Not talk!" she snapped out of embarrassment, reaching up to cover his mouth.

Yang Xun let out a low laugh. Taking advantage of the movement, he grabbed her wrist and gently pinned her hand to the pillow beside her head.

The distance between them vanished again. She could clearly feel his warm breath brushing against her lips and the intense heat radiating from the body pressing into hers.

"Yue Feifei." Yang Xun’s voice was soft, laced with a restrained tenderness. "No matter how much you beg me tonight, I’m not going to let you go."

"Bring it on. Who’s afraid of you?"

Those words were like the spark that lit the final fuse.

Yang Xun leaned down, and the battle began.

Outside the window, the night deepened. At some point, the moon had quietly slipped away to hide behind the clouds.

The next morning.

Yang Xun opened his eyes, feeling completely refreshed.

He turned his head to see Yue Feifei still fast asleep. Her cheek was nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, her breathing even and drawn out. A few stray strands of her hair lay scattered across his chest, rising and falling gently with every breath she took.

She slept so peacefully, looking like a lazy little kitten.

Yang Xun didn’t move. He simply lay there, quietly watching her sleep, his gaze lingering for a moment on the slight upward curve of her lips.

Last night’s intimacy was completely different from their first time. Back then, they had been drugged, driven by sheer physical reaction. But this time, they had both fully understood each other’s feelings.

It was an affection born of genuine emotion, deepening into a profound love.

He gently extracted his arm and tucked the blanket securely around her. Getting up, he got dressed, quickly washed his face in the bathroom, and headed downstairs to buy breakfast.

By this hour, the street-side breakfast stalls had already been set up. The steaming bamboo steamer baskets of buns and the bubbling pots of congee emitted a mouthwatering aroma.

Yang Xun stood in front of a stall selling soy milk and fried dough sticks, waiting for the vendor to pack up an order.

"I’ll take two cups of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, and two tea eggs," he said. His voice was neither loud nor soft, still carrying a slight rasp from sleep.

The moment he spoke, a young girl squatting on the ground nearby, packing up some belongings, abruptly threw her head up.

Lin Xiaoyue was wearing a faded top with her hair tied back in a low ponytail. She was clutching a handful of loose change, and as her gaze landed on Yang Xun’s face, she looked visibly thrilled.

Noticing her stare, Yang Xun turned to look and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. "It’s you..."

She dropped the change in her hands and quickly trotted over to him. "Are you... the guy who saved me that day?"

Yang Xun paused for a second. Keeping his expression perfectly neutral, he offered a mild smile. "Little girl, you’ve got the wrong person."

"There’s no way I’m wrong! Even though you look different from before, your voice hasn’t changed," Lin Xiaoyue said with absolute certainty, her voice trembling with irrepressible excitement.

Yang Xun frowned. Glancing around, he lowered his voice. "Shh... don’t expose my identity."

At this moment, a hunched old man nearby saw his granddaughter talking to a stranger. He immediately dropped what he was doing and walked over, asking with concern, "Xiaoyue, what’s wrong?"

"Grandpa!" Lin Xiaoyue turned around, her face beaming with joy, and leaned in to whisper a few words into his ear.

Grandpa Lin froze for a moment. His gaze shifted to Yang Xun, looking him up and down for a few seconds before profound gratitude flooded his weathered eyes.

He hurried over to Yang Xun, his voice quivering slightly. "Young man! Thank you."

"It was just lifting a finger, sir. There’s no need to take it to heart," Yang Xun replied, giving a slight nod.

He had originally planned to do a good deed and remain anonymous, but he hadn’t expected the little girl to have such sharp ears and recognize him instantly.

"This isn’t the place to talk. Young man, why don’t you come inside and sit down with us?" Elder Lin looked at Yang Xun with absolute expectation, his hands gripping the younger man’s arm. It looked very much as if he wouldn’t let go unless Yang Xun agreed.

Not having the heart to refuse the old man’s kindness, Yang Xun nodded.

The vendors at the surrounding stalls were starting to cast curious glances their way. Elder Lin clearly realized they were drawing attention in public and hurriedly pulled Yang Xun toward their own breakfast shop.