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Chapter 198 – Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Romance and Warmth

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Romance and Warmth

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Yang Qingyin was stunned. She couldn’t believe Luo Ziling would be so bold as to kiss her in public, and she froze, forgetting to dodge.

Her slightly pursed lips touched Luo Ziling’s warm ones, sending a shock through her like electricity, causing her to tremble and her mind to go blank. Instinctively, she closed her eyes, holding on to Luo Ziling tightly, as if afraid of falling.

Luo Ziling himself hadn’t expected to be so bold. His first kiss with Yang Qingyin had actually happened amidst the crowd in Dashilan.

He hadn’t planned it, nor had he premeditated it. Seeing Yang Qingyin pout was just too cute, and he naturally wanted to give her a kiss.

After touching her soft lips, he realized the situation wasn’t right and quickly pulled away.

As he pulled away, Yang Qingyin still had her eyes closed, but her face was already flushed red, and the hands gripping Luo Ziling were trembling slightly.

Luo Ziling really wanted to peck her lips again, but seeing the surprised looks from many people around them, he dared not be so bold again and quickly pulled Yang Qingyin to run away.

Yang Qingyin also snapped out of her daze. She didn’t pull her hand away from Luo Ziling’s grasp and let him lead her as they ran.

After running a hundred meters or so, Luo Ziling finally slowed down, but he didn’t turn to look at Yang Qingyin. Instead, he continued to hold her hand and move forward.

Yang Qingyin slowly regained her composure, her mind a whirl of confusion. She glanced at Luo Ziling, who was holding her hand but saw that his eyes were looking ahead and not turning to look at her. A small sense of grievance welled up inside her, and she couldn’t help but pout her lips again slightly.

Just as she did that, Luo Ziling turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and Luo Ziling gave a shy, innocent, and radiant smile. Yang Qingyin also couldn’t help but smile shyly, and the small frustrations that had just arisen in her heart instantly dissipated.

Continuing hand in hand, they stopped in front of a store selling accessories. Luo Ziling didn’t hesitate to pull her inside. Without asking for Yang Qingyin’s opinion, Luo Ziling asked the clerk for a beautiful butterfly hair clip.

Having taken the hair clip, he still didn’t ask Yang Qingyin anything; instead, he considerately gathered up her hair, which had fallen onto her shoulders, and clipped it for her.

Because Yang Qingyin had put on a hat when she went out, she hadn’t braided her hair or used other hair accessories. After dinner, when she took off the hat, her hair naturally fell down.

Walking hand in hand down the street, the breeze lifted her hair, accentuating her genteel and gentle demeanor.

But with the wind blowing it this way and that, her hair became disheveled.

Luo Ziling thoughtfully tidied up Yang Qingyin’s hair and fastened the hairpin for her. This action stunned not only Yang Qingyin but also the other customers and the clerks in the store.

The pair was really good-looking. With just one glance, people couldn’t help but want to keep looking; they were a pleasing sight.

Nobody had expected the couple to be so affectionate.

A man grooming a woman’s hair in public and helping her with a hair clip was a scene straight out of TV, movies, or novels. It was too romantic, too tender, and too moving—it was like a feast of sighs for the singles.

The clerk who fetched the hair clip for Luo Ziling was staring blankly at everything happening, filled with envy, to the point that when Luo Ziling asked how much the hair clip was, she was still in a daze.

“It’s really pretty,” Yang Qingyin said, looking at herself in the mirror from different angles before flashing Luo Ziling a brilliant smile. Her smile not only dazzled Luo Ziling but also captivated the other male customers in the store, while female customers were equally mesmerized.

“This woman is truly beautiful,” that was the sentiment everyone shared upon seeing Yang Qingyin’s radiant smile.

“For you,” Luo Ziling took a deep breath to calm himself, smiled at Yang Qingyin after paying for the jewelry, and then pulled her out of the store.

A hair accessory costing less than fifty yuan completely changed Yang Qingyin’s mood. The annoyance and displeasure caused by her mother’s sudden appearance earlier that evening had vanished.

Luo Ziling’s unexpected kiss had also given her a sense of extraordinary significance.

She was very happy, so when they left the jewelry shop, she took the initiative to grab Luo Ziling’s hand tightly and interlock their fingers.

If her mother hadn’t appeared, everything about this evening would have been perfect, romantic, and beautiful—especially the light, brief kiss and the moment when Luo Ziling put the hair clasp on for her, which could rival scenes from a romantic TV drama.

Luo Ziling had given her several gifts. She hadn’t given anything in return, but Yang Qingyin wasn’t in a hurry. She knew that gifts weren’t meant to be exchanged but were a way to express affection at the right time.

She was planning to find the perfect moment to give Luo Ziling a significant gift in return; she already had in mind what she would give him.

The emotional value of a gift couldn’t be measured by money. Compared to the jade piece Luo Ziling had given her, Yang Qingyin felt the hairpin made her happier.

With these thoughts in her mind, Yang Qingyin paid no attention to where Luo Ziling was leading her.

Luo Ziling, too, was walking aimlessly, not paying much attention until, after a while, he realized that he didn’t know where to go.

After leaving the jewelry shop, they hadn’t spoken much and simply walked hand in hand.

But neither felt anything amiss. It was as if silence were golden at that moment. Everything they wanted to say was conveyed through their clasped hands. As they walked, they noticed their surroundings had become quieter, and that’s when they realized they had ended up on an obscure little street.

“Where have we walked to?” Luo Ziling, having lost his bearings, asked Yang Qingyin with a puzzled look.

“You’re the one pulling me along, why are you asking me?” Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling playfully, smiling, “I thought you were planning to trick me into going somewhere and sell me off.”

“I couldn’t bear to,” Luo Ziling said tenderly as he looked at her, still feeling like he was in a dreamlike state.

Seeing Yang Qingyin smiling at him, with her pretty lips puckered, Luo Ziling really wanted to kiss her again, but he dared not.

Yang Qingyin was actually hoping for it too, but considering there were still quite a few passersby around, she ended up not showing it.

“Shall we go back?” Noticing it was getting late, Yang Qingyin softly made the suggestion.

“Yeah, let’s go back. We’ve been walking for so long, you must be tired,” Luo Ziling replied with a smile.

“My legs are sore from walking. You owe me,” Yang Qingyin said as she held onto Luo Ziling’s hand, looking at him with a mischievous expression.

“Alright, I owe you,” Luo Ziling responded, and squatting down, he scooped Yang Qingyin onto his shoulders.

Yang Qingyin didn’t struggle. She let Luo Ziling carry her on his back and gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

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