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This is not an older-woman-younger-man romance, just a tiny misunderstanding. Weibo: @Baye Zhen A new tenant moved into the place Song Zhi was renting. A black windbreaker, army-green trousers with plenty of pockets, and a pair of worn-out combat boots. He had a cool expression, a high nose and deep-set eyes, and stood a head taller than Song Zhi. His presence was a mix of vigorous vitality, intensity, and sensuality. Song Zhi's mind was a tangled mess. Was this person really... a younger brother? How could gentle, beautiful Jia Yi have such an intimidating, tough-guy little brother? TAT Song Zhi stared at the new tenant's sharp features and stammered, hesitating for a long while. “Are you really Jia Yi's younger brother?” “Song Zhi-jiejie,” Chen Qingshi raised an eyebrow. “Weren't you just swearing over WeChat that you'd take good care of me and that I could treat you like my own sister?” “How can you change your tune so quickly?” - Song Zhi gradually fell for Chen Qingshi. Following the principle that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, Song Zhi made a huge meal on the day she confessed. She even painstakingly made an illustrated card, with Chen Qingshi rendered in soft watercolors just as softly as he was. But the next day, Chen Qingshi left without a word, leaving behind only a note with a deep ink blot where the pen had lingered too long. They met again when Song Zhi was invited to the North District Fire Station in Ruijin City to experience life there as part of a public-interest art project. Chen Qingshi stood at the head of the line, composed, looking like a proud lighthouse in his blue uniform. That same carefree, unruly face now stared straight ahead, solemn and upright. A shy young fan from the fire station stopped Song Zhi. He had barely started speaking when Chen Qingshi coldly sent him off to run laps. “Didn't you write me a postcard before, saying I was the person you liked most in the whole world?” “Why are you still standing here now, listening to someone else confess and tell you they like you?” Song Zhi's eyes stung, as if she were about to cry. Her voice unknowingly took on a sob. “I don't need you meddling!” “Men are all fleeting clouds! I used to like you the most, the very most, and from now on I'll like someone else the most, the most, the most, the most, the most!” “No.” Chen Qingshi cut Song Zhi off. His gaze settled on her face, then traveled down to her full, pale-pink lips. Then he gently, reverently, pressed his lips to hers. Song Zhi, you can only like me. You have to like me more than anyone else in the world. - ◎ Song Zhi x Chen Qingshi ◎ Slightly socially anxious sweetheart x upright, cocky BKing *Sweet romance / Relevant professional knowledge comes from documentaries and research, with some authorial liberties Theme: Give the person you love a one-of-a-kind place in your heart.