You, the One I Love, Taste Like Summer Oranges

[A seemingly sweet, quietly brave girl × a rebellious, aloof academic overachiever who dotes on his wife] Summer after summer, their hearts flutter again and again. “Wen Nian, I like you. It’s not a spur-of-the-moment thing, and it’s not because your notes moved me. I like the real you: the girl who draws comics, apologizes after fighting for her little brother, and drools in her sleep at the library.” Wen Nian rises onto her toes and gives him a light kiss on the cheek. “Is that answer clear enough?” Zhou Yuchen’s eyes shine like stars. He takes her hand and holds it tight. “Not enough. I need a more detailed explanation... preferably in writing, at least eight hundred words.” “Hey!” She laughs and punches him lightly. “You think this is still a college entrance exam essay?” “Do you like it?” Wen Nian’s cheeks burn, and her voice is barely a whisper. “...I do.” “What do you like?” he asks, deliberately pressing her. “...I like you.”