Cheng Minghao lightly tapped his fingertips on the desk, his tone a mix of seriousness and teasing.
“That’s a problem, then. If you don’t wait for me, when I finish my service and come back, I’ll look for you every day and cling to you. What if someone else is by your side…”
He frowned as he spoke, a hidden unease flickering in his eyes.
“Never!”
Lin Qingya immediately turned her head to interrupt him, the hair on her left swaying gently with the movement, a blush rising on her cheeks.
She secretly thought to herself that, because of her transformation, she sometimes fell into inexplicable silences or gloom, or had little thoughts that others found hard to understand.
But only Cheng Minghao would unconditionally accept her little secrets, patiently wait for her to explain, and never force her to do things she disliked.
The sense of security he gave was something no one else could provide—a solid reassurance that made her unwilling to let go.
A person like Cheng Minghao was probably someone she’d never meet again in this lifetime.
Besides, having already found her dearest love, how could she care about any other scenery?
Once you find the right person and gain the warmth you desire, there’s no need to keep wandering.
With him here, maybe that’s enough for this life.
Hearing Lin Qingya’s resolute reply, Cheng Minghao was stunned at first, then his brows relaxed, and his smile bloomed warm as spring sunshine.
He wanted to kiss her cheek, but Lin Qingya shyly lowered her head, burying her face in her Arm, making him miss.
Warm breath brushed her right cheek, and Lin Qingya’s heart felt sweet; the anxious gloom brought by their impending graduation seemed to be dispelled by this ray of sunlight.
She gently pushed Cheng Minghao’s Arm, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s.
“Don’t mess around~”
She sneaked a glance to the left.
The homeroom teacher was strolling with hands behind his back, guiding students as they filled out their preferences, paying no attention to the little actions happening here.
Lin Qingya lowered her voice further.
“If the teacher sees, it won’t be good! Everyone’s watching too!”
Cheng Minghao followed her gaze to the teacher, the smile on his lips deepening as he reached out and gently pulled her closer by the shoulder.
Inside the classroom, he didn’t dare to go too far; he just lightly poked her shoulder with his fingertip, teasing.
“Want me to stop? Then show some sincerity. Kiss me—on the lips—so all the classmates can see, and I’ll let you go. How about it?”
As he spoke, he leaned closer to her right cheek, his breath brushing softly and making Lin Qingya tremble.
Her earlobes burned, and her heart pounded like a startled fawn.
This was in class—the teacher could turn around any time, and classmates were watching. The secret excitement made her both nervous and irresistibly moved.
She’d been with Cheng Minghao for so long, and the most intimate they’d gotten was holding hands or the occasional cheek kiss.
Now, being teased like this, her heart nearly lost control.
“You—”
Lin Qingya bit her lip, her cheeks so red they were about to drip blood.
Her small hand gripped Cheng Minghao’s sleeve tightly.
“Fine~ I’ll kiss you, okay? Just once!”
After speaking, she took a deep breath, slowly lifted her head, too shy to meet his gaze, and just tightened her grip on his Arm, moving closer to his cheek.
As their faces drew closer, and Lin Qingya was about to close her eyes, she suddenly sensed something was wrong and cried out.
“Eh? Why are you moving your chair?”
She saw Cheng Minghao slide his chair back, sitting farther away, eyes full of playful mischief.
The classmates around them had also stopped filling out their forms, all staring wide-eyed and sneaking glances their way.
“Shh~”
Cheng Minghao made a silencing gesture to the others, afraid to attract the homeroom teacher’s attention, then turned and lifted his chin at Lin Qingya.
“Come over here yourself. Sit next to me. Kiss me. Hurry!”
Lin Qingya saw the eager and amused looks in her classmates’ eyes, and her face grew even redder.
She’d been too focused on her shyness to remember how many people were watching.
But everyone already saw her and Cheng Minghao as a couple, and they’d grown used to their occasional displays of affection.
Now, the attention felt more like good-natured teasing.
Still, Cheng Minghao’s playful teasing made her a little annoyed—he was the one asking for a kiss, yet now he was purposely dodging? So insincere!
Lin Qingya huffed, burying her face back into her Arm, sulking.
Kiss if you want, don’t if you don’t! If he won’t accept a kiss given freely, then forget it!
The classmates around them couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.
Someone even made a “no chance” face at Cheng Minghao, clearly thinking he’d lost his shot.
Seeing his girlfriend puffed up in anger, Cheng Minghao’s eyes softened further.
He moved his chair back, sat closer, and gently patted her back, trying to coax her.
But just as his hand touched Lin Qingya’s shoulder, she suddenly lifted her head, and while he was caught off guard, quickly pecked his lips.
The touch was as light as a feather, carrying the scent of a young girl.
Cheng Minghao froze, feeling as if happiness had overwhelmed him in an instant.
After finishing, Lin Qingya immediately shrank back, a triumphant smile on her face and her eyes sparkling.
“I win! I met your condition, so I did it! Hehehe!”
So, this was her little scheme all along.
She pretended to be angry, lured Cheng Minghao over to comfort her, then seized the moment to steal a kiss.
That way, she fulfilled his request without making herself too passive—and got to tease him too.
Cheng Minghao snapped back to reality, both exasperated and amused, reaching out to ruffle her hair.
“You little troublemaker, daring to trick me!”
He glanced at the homeroom teacher, saw that he was still at the back helping students, and boldly pulled Lin Qingya closer, letting her shoulder rest against his.
Lin Qingya didn’t resist, though her cheeks still burned, her heart a mix of sweetness and nervousness.
The classmates around them cheered softly, someone even whistled, and the classroom filled with the lively ambiguity of youth.
The two sat side by side, Cheng Minghao’s fingers gently entwined with hers, cherishing the moment.
Lin Qingya lowered her head, looking at their joined hands, a smile unconsciously blooming on her lips.
This kind of secret sweetness in class was both thrilling and unforgettable.
She snuck a glance at Cheng Minghao, and he happened to be looking at her too, tenderness overflowing in his gaze.
Their eyes met, and they both smiled, slowly leaning in to share another kiss.
Just as their lips were about to touch again, with classmates around them holding their breath in anticipation, a stern voice suddenly rang out.
“What’s going on!? Why are you making a fuss during class?!”
The homeroom teacher had somehow turned around, now glaring at them with a frown.
Lin Qingya’s heart skipped a beat, her face going pale.
Busted by the teacher!
In a flash of boldness, she thought that since they’d already been caught, they might as well go all the way.
She tilted her head slightly, planning to steal one last kiss from Cheng Minghao before the teacher arrived.
But at that moment, an unexpected turn happened—