Seeing that Ji Fei hadn't noticed anything, Shu Yu breathed a small sigh of relief.
Ji Fei smiled. "Alright, with the two of you siblings at home, your Uncle Song and I can rest easy."
Song Wenzhao stared at Si Yiheng and suddenly spoke up. "Don't you have someone you like? You'll have to move out eventually, right?"
Let him drive Si Yiheng away right now.
Song Xuyan joined in the moment the opening was made—this kid Si Yiheng was really too attentive. He'd just come home with Baby Yu, and now he was already rushing to peel fruit for her.
Song Xuyan said, "That's true, Xiaoheng. If you have someone you like, you should move out. Two people need their own space when they're together."
Si Yiheng lifted his thin eyelids. "Big brother, you've misunderstood me."
Song Wenzhao gave a gentle smile. "So you don't have someone you like?"
Si Yiheng: "I do."
"But..."
Shu Yu: "!!!"
What should she do? She didn't want Si Yiheng to move out.
But she also didn't dare tell anyone that she and Si Yiheng were together.
Shu Yu's lowered head sank even lower.
Si Yiheng continued, "Aunt Ji, you and Uncle Song raised me. I still want to fulfill my duty as half a son."
"Aunt Ji, can you give me some time before I move out?"
Si Yiheng's words sounded pitiful and lonely, like a stray dog being cast out.
Ji Fei had watched Si Yiheng grow up since he was little, and she had some feelings for him—she did consider him half a son by now.
Ji Fei shot Song Xuyan a glance. "What are you saying? Xiaoheng can keep staying. He can leave whenever he wants to."
Si Yiheng immediately spoke up. "Thank you, Aunt Ji."
Song Xuyan: "..."
Song Wenzhao: "..."
Si Yiheng really knew who held the actual power in this household.
"If Xiaoheng has someone he likes, he should bring them home to meet us too," Ji Fei added.
Shu Yu: "!!!"
Shu Yu sat obediently, not daring to say a word.
Song Wenzhao noticed Shu Yu acting strangely. "Little Treasure, why are you so quiet today?"
In the past, if someone suggested making Si Yiheng go home, Shu Yu would have spoken up long ago.
Why wasn't she helping Si Yiheng say a single word today?
Had she grown up and stopped clinging to Si Yiheng?
Song Wenzhao's thoughts were swirling, while Shu Yu looked like a cat caught sneaking around, her fur standing on end.
Si Yiheng spoke up before Shu Yu could. "Baby Yu just finished her exams, and she's been out with friends all day. She's probably a bit tired, right?"
Song Wenzhao glanced at Shu Yu's listless expression. "Is that so, Little Treasure?"
Shu Yu: "I really am very tired."
Ji Fei thought about how pale and drawn Shu Yu's face had looked during those days of exam preparation, and she felt a pang of heartache.
"Go upstairs and rest now. Stay home and get some extra sleep for the next few days."
Shu Yu nodded obediently and went upstairs to bed.
After washing up, Shu Yu lay on her bed and texted Si Yiheng.
LittleFishSwimming: That was so scary.
ATM: Don't be afraid.
LittleFishSwimming: I'm not afraid, actually. It's not like Mom and Dad would get mad at me. I'm scared for you—you'd be done for.
ATM: If you're willing, we could tell Aunt Ji and Uncle Song right now.
LittleFishSwimming: If everyone finds out now, you'd look even more like a villain. Points deducted.
ATM: Okay.
LittleFishSwimming: Are you going to school tomorrow?
ATM: Staying home. To keep you company.
Shu Yu stared at her phone for a long while before replying.
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Shu Yu woke up the next morning and found that no one was home except Si Yiheng.
Looked like everyone who had to work had gone to work.
For a while, it would probably just be Si Yiheng, her, and the housekeeper at home.
Si Yiheng walked over and straightened Shu Yu's collar for her. "Awake?"
His slender fingertips brushed against the skin at Shu Yu's collarbone. Shu Yu had never thought much of having her collar straightened before, but now it somehow felt intimate.
That evening, the housekeeper went home, and Shu Yu and Si Yiheng sat together watching a movie.
It was a romance.
Just as the male and female leads were about to kiss, Si Yiheng instinctively reached out to cover Shu Yu's eyes.
Shu Yu was right in the middle of the exciting part, and she quickly pried apart Si Yiheng's fingers to peek through the gaps.
Si Yiheng realized then—he may have overreacted.
Shu Yu was already grown up. She wasn't the little girl who couldn't watch kissing scenes anymore.
And even yesterday...
Si Yiheng's gaze drifted back to the kissing leads before finally landing on Shu Yu's soft, delicate profile.
Shu Yu turned around after that scene and met Si Yiheng's intensely possessive gaze.
He was staring at the ice cream in her hand.
Shu Yu tilted her head slightly. "You want a bite?"
Si Yiheng's voice was low and husky. "Mm."
The next second, Si Yiheng leaned down and kissed her. "Little Treasure, take a look—did I learn it well?"
The milky sweetness of the ice cream melted between their lips and teeth, coldness lingering on their tongues.
So sweet it made one lose their senses.
The dialogue from the movie and the sound of the wind outside mingled together, their embrace growing tighter and their kisses deeper.
"Brother..."
Si Yiheng nuzzled against Shu Yu. "Mm, one more bite."
Shu Yu took another bite of the ice cream.
With an innocent, bewildered look fixed on Si Yiheng, the ice cream melted into a thick milkshake on Shu Yu's lips.
Si Yiheng's gaze darkened, and he kissed her again.
Song Wenzhao opened the door, and just happened to see, on the sofa, Si Yiheng holding Shu Yu on his lap, kissing her cheek.
Again and again—kissing, embracing, and the flirtatious way he nuzzled into the crook of Shu Yu's neck.
Song Wenzhao felt his blood rush straight to his head. "SI YIHENG!!!"
