A gentle breeze flowed, mingling with their heated breaths.

Tang You was pressed against the man’s chest, her eyelids lowered, and her heart pounding like a drum.

It was the first time she had ever been so bold in testing a man’s feelings. When she first spoke, she had no idea what the outcome would be, but now it seemed clear.

After all, she was an inexperienced eighteen-year-old girl. Tang You had not only underestimated the emotions and desire of a grown man but also overestimated her ability to handle the situation.

Now, Zhou Qinyao had her trapped in his arms, his warm breath brushing against her face—

So, what now?

Unhappy? What should he do?

Tang You had thrown out the question, but she didn’t have an answer for it.

Blushing, she tried to slip out of his grasp. “If you’re unhappy, then go do something that makes you happy.”

“Is that so?”

Zhou Qinyao’s body leaned in closer, his voice deep and ambiguous as he whispered near her ear:

“Then I did it.”

“…”

Tang You trembled.

As she felt the man’s presence getting closer and closer, she instinctively sensed what was about to happen. Unsure of what to do, she closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands gripping the wall behind her, her heart pounding in her throat.

But just as she held her breath, bracing herself for what she thought would happen, her nose was suddenly pinched twice.

Then, by her ear, she heard a low, teasing laugh.

“Go on inside. You have class tomorrow.”

Tang You’s eyes flew open, and she saw Zhou Qinyao adjusting the jacket around her shoulders.

What she had feared didn’t happen.

The young girl stood there in a daze for a couple of seconds, then quickly, embarrassedly, pressed her cool hands against her burning cheeks, awkwardly trying to cover her overactive imagination. “Um… goodnight.”

When she got home, Aunt Rong had prepared some bird’s nest soup and was waiting for her.

Tang You wanted to get her phone back, so she obediently finished the soup and then pleaded with Aunt Rong:

“Aunt Rong, can I check my phone? I’ve been out for two days, and my classmates might have been trying to reach me. Please?”

Although Aunt Rong hadn’t received specific instructions from Fang Lai, she hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

She went downstairs to her room to retrieve the phone and handed it to Tang You, reminding her, “I’ll come back to collect it in an hour.”

“Okay.”

An hour was more than enough for Tang You.

She eagerly turned on the phone, and after a few seconds, the screen lit up, and countless messages flooded in.

Amid the flood of ads and emails, Tang You finally found Zhou Qinyao’s texts.

The first one, the one she had seen earlier that evening—

[Did you need something?]

But the second one was—

[What you saw… isn’t what you think.]

When she read that, Tang You’s heart began to race slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.

That message perfectly matched Zhou Qinyao’s behavior earlier.

A deep sense of joy spread from her heart, quickly dispelling the gloom that had built up over the past two days under Fang Lai’s restrictions. It was like a bright ray of sunshine that instantly healed Tang You.

After telling Zhou Qinyao that her phone had been confiscated, she sent him a message with the same words:

**[What you saw isn’t what you think it is either.]**

Seeing that the message had been sent, her mood brightened instantly. She felt a surge of excitement and happiness with no outlet, so when she spotted the violin case in the corner, she impulsively opened it and flipped through her sheet music.

Before long, the quiet midnight air was filled with the rich, melodious sound of a violin.

That night, Tang You played *The Swan*.

Zhou Qinyao stood under a tree, watching as the familiar window finally lit up, and the girl’s silhouette reappeared there. Everything had returned to how it used to be.

A gentle breeze brushed his face, stars twinkled in the sky, and the violin’s melody, like the warm sunlight of early morning, softly echoed in his heart.

In that moment, it felt as if the entire world had melted away.

Zhou Qinyao looked down at the message Tang You had sent him, and a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

Yes, now he was happy.

The next day, Tang You’s life returned to normal.

Uncle Yang dropped her off at school, and it wasn’t until she saw the welcome banner at the entrance that she remembered Jiang Ding was visiting the school today.

A special guest was visiting No. 5 High School that day.

The film crew for *Luring the Enemy*, an upcoming action film, had come to C City for a promotional tour, and their first stop was No. 5 High School, known for its emphasis on arts education.

*Luring the Enemy* was starring Jiang Ding, a young actor who had won numerous awards and had become incredibly popular. With his good looks and superb acting skills, he had a large fanbase among students.

Cheng Xuan was the most enthusiastic of them all.

Knowing that Jiang Ding was coming to the school, Cheng Xuan had dressed up in her best outfit, looking youthful and vibrant, hoping to catch her idol’s attention in the multi-purpose hall filled with hundreds of students. But when she cut class and rushed over, she found all the doors tightly closed.

After asking around, she discovered that only students from the international class were allowed to enter today, while those from regular classes were not given the chance to participate in such artistic exchanges.

Cheng Xuan was frustrated, but the international class tuition was several times higher than that of the regular class, proving that you get what you pay for.

She stood at the entrance, sulking, trying to figure out a way to sneak in.

At that moment, Tang You arrived.

Tang You’s calm and leisurely demeanor was in stark contrast to Cheng Xuan’s anxious and frustrated state.

“Xuan-jie, what are you doing here?”

Seeing her, Cheng Xuan’s eyes brightened for a moment before dimming again.

She had thought about borrowing Tang You’s student ID to get inside, but then realized that everyone liked Jiang Ding.

That man was just too charming.