Chapter 530: Date

It was still that lane lined with Western-style houses; after summer arrived, greenery sprouted from the railings, taking up half the road, so people walking below had to bow their heads slightly.

Half sunlight, half shade, Lu Cheng rode his bicycle and could only stay in the sunlight.

The summer sun was scorching; after riding so far, his forehead was covered in sweat.

When he arrived at Professor Yang's gate, the courtyard was quiet, and he saw no sign of Yang Yin's parents.

The gate was unlocked, slightly ajar, as if waiting for Lu Cheng's arrival.

He opened the gate, parked his bike, and Lu Cheng headed straight for the second floor.

Just as he reached the bedroom door, Yang Yin, who had already heard the commotion, opened the door the moment Lu Cheng was about to knock.

Their eyes met—on one side a youth in white clothes, on the other a girl in a white dress.

The girl seemed to have just washed her hair, no ponytail; her soft, lustrous hair fell over her shoulders, setting off her oval face, which lost a bit of liveliness and gained a touch of purity.

After merely gazing for a moment, Lu Cheng was suddenly bumped into a full embrace.

"Lu San'er, I miss you so much."

Lu Cheng reached out and tightly embraced the girl; this time Yang Yin couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

He buried his chin in her soft strands; the freshly washed hair still carried the scent of shampoo, and Lu Cheng breathed it in greedily.

"Lu San'er, you're hurting me, but I really like…"

Lu Cheng still held her tight; her soft body stirred an urge in him, but being in Yang Yin's home, he could only restrain himself as much as possible.

To divert his attention, Lu Cheng took a deep breath, lifted his head from her hair, and saw that Yang Yin's small bedroom was clean and tidy.

Against the wall stood a 1.5-meter-wide small bed, covered with a floral sheet; the window had white sheer curtains, half-open, letting sunlight fall exactly on the foot of the bed.

By the desk opposite the bed stood an oscillating floor fan, blowing toward the bed, causing the white sheer curtains to sway slightly.

He had been slowly suppressing his inner agitation, until Yang Yin buried herself in his embrace and softly said:

"My parents aren't home; they went to a lecture and won't be back until tonight… sniffling…"

Lu Cheng could no longer hold back; he kissed Yang Yin's lips.

Last time by the lake, Lu Cheng had said he would kiss more passionately than anyone else.

Yang Yin felt it; Lu Cheng's kiss was domineering, allowing no resistance……

Even when he pressed her down onto the bed, Yang Yin's mind remained a blank.

Sunlight fell on Lu Cheng's back as the fan whirred, and with the curtains swaying, the light-and-shadow pattern flickered.

After an unknown span of time, Yang Yin felt as if she had endured a century, gasping heavily.

At the same time, one hand clutched tightly at the hem of her skirt.

"Lu San'er…"

"Let go! You always know how to provoke me—now you're scared?"

Yang Yin shook her head slightly: "I'm not afraid of you; I just feel you don't like me enough."

Lu Cheng froze for a moment; this girl who made him feel youthful again—smart, lively—had, on these summer nights, made him ask himself countless times whether he truly liked Yang Yin.

If he didn't, he shouldn't stay in touch with her, let alone hurt her.

Yet each time he asked himself, his heart gave only one answer: he liked Yang Yin, at least was attracted to her.

Although Yang Yin's family was intellectual, Lu Cheng's was a working-class household, making them a decent match.

In both temperament and background, they fell within a range acceptable to each other and their parents.

Yet Yang Yin said he didn't show enough affection.

Lu Cheng pressed his forehead to Yang Yin's: "Why do you say that?"

Yang Yin lifted her chin slightly, kissed Lu Cheng, and then smiled.

"Do you know? Every day I let my mind wander, imagining what you look like on the train, what you're doing, when you'll be back."

"I can't help thinking of you, wanting to see you, and I'd go to any lengths to meet you; I don't care what others say, as long as I'm with you I feel at ease."

Yang Yin cupped his face and whispered: "But you… are too rational; liking someone can't be restrained, it's not clear-headed…"

Lu Cheng fell silent; having lived two lives, he seemed to weigh pros and cons before doing anything.

Yet Yang Yin was clearly passionate and utterly sincere.

Looking at Yang Yin's sincere little face, Lu Cheng's dust‑sealed heart was suddenly stirred.

"Sorry, I…"

Yang Yin placed a finger over Lu Cheng's lips and shook her head slightly.

"Don't say sorry; liking someone isn't wrong. You don't need to feel guilty because I treat you well—just openly enjoy my kindness toward you."

"Lu San'er, I am a warrior; if I like you, I will take the initiative.

I also believe you will come to like me, for no one will like you more than I do, and you won't find a girl as good as me."

Having said that seriously, Yang Yin tightly wrapped her arms around Lu Cheng's neck, her lips brushing his ear.

"Lu San'er, when you completely fall for me and no longer need reason, I will give myself to you…"

At that moment Lu Cheng's desire quickly faded, and he felt a pang of pity for the girl before him.

He clearly wasn't ready, had made no promises, and hadn't prepared himself to love someone wholeheartedly……

Lu Cheng turned over and lay beside Yang Yin, gazing at the ceiling, while she also turned and leaned against his broad shoulder.

Yang Yin seemed to savor the moment, staying silent; the breeze from the fan lightly stirred the hairs at her forehead.

Lu Cheng placed one hand behind his head and the other around Yang Yin's shoulder.

"You've always wanted to hear about me and her, haven't you…"

The real reason he married Lin Qingyan is known only to Lu Cheng; Xiao Piqiu and the others don't know, so even if Yang Yin racked her brains to find out, she could learn nothing.

Hearing Lu Cheng's words, Yang Yin shifted upward: "I don't want to hear this now."

Lu Cheng lowered his head and glanced: "Why?"

"Hm? Because you're willing to speak and tell me, I'm already very satisfied."

"As for you and her, that's already in the past; now I'm with you, and I'll be in the future, so hearing those old stories again is meaningless."

Lu Cheng unconsciously pulled the soft body close, and she truly is a wonderful girl.

"Lu San'er, as long as from now on you keep cherishing me, I don't care what kind of person you were before."

Lu Cheng felt deeply moved, his emotions naturally spilling forth, and he turned over, pinning Yang Yin beneath him.

"I will always cherish you."

Their gazes met; the bedroom was so quiet that only the fan's whir could be heard, and this time Yang Yin initiated a passionate kiss.

She is like this scorching summer—fiery and radiant.