Invite Tang into Your Arms

On the night after the college entrance examination, it rained heavily. Yanxing blocked the door of the convenience store holding an umbrella, with water dripping from his hair, but he kept her under the umbrella and never left. "Have you filled out your application?" His Adam's apple vibrated against the top of her hair, and his fingertips ran over her earlobes, "If you dare not to fill in the application form at Beijing University, I will—" Before she could finish her words, he suddenly lowered his head and bit the corner of her lips, like a melted toffee, "I will tie you up in my laboratory and treat you as my own little rice cake." "Call Ayan, do you hear me?" He held her waist against the ginkgo tree, and the tip of his nose brushed against the jasmine fragrance in her hair, "If you call me wrong again, I'll kiss you until you say it." The passing classmates burst into laughter, and she blushed and punched his shoulder, but he kissed her softly, and the sweetness of the mint melted between her lips and teeth. Later she found out that he had already made all the exceptions for her. The autumn wind rolled up the pages of the book, his white shirt wrapped in her warmth, the sweetness of mint candy mixed with the coolness of cedar. The young master of the Yan family who was once said to be "cold as ice" finally bent down because of his softness and held her whole world in his palm: "From now on, my road will only be paved for you until the end."