Unexpectedly, Shen Jixue suddenly pushed Xiao Ziyun to the ancient wood and sandalwood bed aside, and the two of them fell onto the still messy quilt on the bed. Shen Jixue supported the bed with both hands and leaned one knee on Xiao Ziyun's waist; the young man's body was surrounded by Shen Jixue's slender body. This posture obviously lacks Shen Jixue's usual "dignity and elegance". There were waves in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Someone's heart has already exploded, but he still has to stay calm on his face. "... Shen Jixue, why do you always push me down?" Shen Jixue: "I'm afraid you'll run away again and I won't be able to catch you. There won't be many sixteen years left in my life." "... Not anymore, really." "Ayun is not allowed to regret it."