Episode 4

  "Liāng yī."

  "Song Qing and..." Liang Yi's voice trembled slightly, his hands almost unable to hold onto the phone.

  "I am outside the door."

  Liang didn't even have time to put on his shoes and ran barefoot to open the door.

  Song Qinghe stood outside the door with a faint smile.

  Liang suddenly became conscious and rushed up to tightly hug his neck, tears streaming down, "Song Qinghe, I'm so afraid something will happen to you..."

  "Good girl." Song Qing stroked Liang's hair behind her head, softly comforting her, "I'm fine, don't cry anymore."

  Liang Yi didn't say a word, tiptoed and hugged Song Qinghe tightly, seeing that he was fine, it was great.

  "Let me go in first?"

  Liāng Yī still refused to let go.

  "Liang Yi, you're doing this, really making me misunderstand." Song Qinghe sighed and put one hand on Liang Yi's waist.

  Liáng Yī's body suddenly stiffened, slowly releasing his hand, taking a step back, increasing the distance between him and Sòng Qīng Hé, lowering his head.

  Song Qing and Jin entered, changed into slippers, saw Liang Yi standing barefoot on the ground, her heart suddenly softened, raised her hand to rub her hair.

  "Go ahead and go in first." Song Qinghe took Liang Yi's hand and led her to the living room. To his surprise, Liang Yi did not refuse, but instead cried non-stop.

  "Hey, don't cry, nothing's wrong with me, is it?" Song Qinghe sat beside Liang, watching as tears continuously welled up in her eyes, his heart feeling like it was being tightly wrapped by thin threads, aching faintly.

  When Liang Yi heard Song Qinghe's softened voice, her tears flowed even more turbulently. She raised the back of her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes fixed on Song Qinghe as she cried non-stop, occasionally sniffing her nose.

  "How can you be so cruel?" Song Qinghe handed over a tissue and gently pulled down Liang Yi's hand, wiping away the tears on her face.

  Liang pounced into his arms, hugging his neck and refusing to let go, "Song Qinghe, I'm really scared..."

  "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Song Qing gently patted her back, "From now on, I won't let you be afraid again, okay? Don't cry anymore."

  Episode 5

  "Why does she always come to the company? I'm so annoyed, just like a sparrow chirping annoyingly every day."

  Song Qinghe looked at Liang Yi complaining and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

  "She comes to find you every day, how can you not refuse? Don't you have any stand?" Liang Yi looked at Song Qinghe with dissatisfaction. She remembered that day when she hugged Song Qinghe and refused to let go, her face was a little red. That day, she had expressed her intentions so clearly, but Song Qinghe didn't react at all.

  "These seem like things my girlfriend should be concerned about?" Song Qinghe's eyes contained a few hints of amusement.

  "Oh, sorry, goodbye." Liang Yi's heart sank with a "thud", her body stiffened for a moment, she picked up the file and wanted to escape, afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would burst into tears.

  Liáng Yī felt stifled in his heart. Obviously, he had come to provoke himself first, and now he was putting on an air of being uninvolved and aloof. Was it fun to toy with others like this?

  "Liāng yī."

  Song Qinghe suddenly hugged her from behind.

  "Why is it so hard for you to say 'be my boyfriend'?" He sighed lightly.

  Liáng Yī struggled ceaselessly, unwilling to let him get so close, "Let me go."

  "No, I won't let go from now on." Song Qing wrapped her arms tightly around Liang Yi's waist, lowered her head to his neck and took a deep breath, feeling Liang Yi's obvious pause in breathing. A smile spread across his lips, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

  "Not good." Liang Yi turned her head to one side with particular spirit, seemingly unmoved, but the increasingly rosy cheeks betrayed her emotions at this moment.

  Song Qinghe's eyes were filled with a smile as he turned Liang Yi's body around, staring at her tightly.

  Liáng Yī died his head down, not exchanging eye contact with Sòng Qīng Hé.

  "Liāng Yī ah......" Sòng Qīng Hé suddenly called out Liāng Yī's name in a slow and gentle tone.

  "Huh?" Liang raised his head in a daze.

  Song Qing suddenly lowered his head, hugged Liang Yi, and precisely covered her lips with his own, his dark eyes gazing at her.

  Liáng's face turned red like a tomato, his gaze fell to one side and he didn't dare look at Sòng Qīng Hé, tightly biting his teeth, his eyelashes trembling lightly.

  Song Qing's eyes curved slightly, and one hand moved to Liang Yi's waist side, scratching her itchy skin.

  "Hmm..." Liang's leg softened and he burrowed deeper into Song Qing's arms.

  Song Qinghe's tongue slipped into her mouth as she let out a cry, blocking the rest of her voice.

  The breath of two people entwined together, Liang Yi felt his heart full, subconsciously hugged Song Qinghe tightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

  In the spacious office, it was quiet, with occasional whispers and soft murmurs, extremely ambiguous.

  Song Qinghe finally let go of Liang Yi when she was almost out of breath, and Liang Yi's legs were so weak that they had no strength at all, and could only lean on his chest.

  "Be my girlfriend, huh?" Song Qing's breathing was a bit unstable, but his tone was gentle to the point of being seductive.

  His gaze fell on his seemingly moistened, slightly cherry-colored lips, and his face grew even redder. And, he was so gentle, what was he trying to do? She really couldn't take it...

  Liang Yihong blushed and buried her head in Song Qinghe's arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist, "Good."

  Episode 6

  Article One

  Liang sucked his nose and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

  His fingers were stained with her tears, hot and scorching. Song Qinghe's heart seemed to have been scorched, feeling a little flustered. He opened his eyes, moved away from Liang Yi's lips, carefully cradling her face in his hands, his dark pupils filled with tenderness.

  "What's wrong?" Song Qinghe asked.

  "You always... bully me..." Liang pouted, his gaze falling to one side, seemingly sulking and refusing to look at him, his voice laced with a hint of grievance.

  Song Qinghe couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, as Liang Yi had become increasingly emotional lately, often throwing tantrums and shedding tears.

  Song Qing wiped away Liang's tears and held her in his arms, smelling the faint scent of her hair, feeling a sense of completeness in his heart.

  "You know, even if I'm bullied myself, I still can't bear to see you being bullied."

  "But you're just bullying me." Liang Yi buried her small face in Song Qinghe's chest, her fingers tightly grasping the clothes at his waist.

  "Alright, alright, I was bullying you." Song Qinghe gently patted Liang Yi's back and softly coaxed her.

  In this life, Song Qinghe had never compromised with anyone like this before, but if the object of compromise was her, what's wrong with that?

  Everyone has a weakness, and for Liang Yi, she is his Achilles' heel.

  "Song Qinghe."

  "Huh?"

  "I think you don't take me seriously at all."

  Song Qinghe: "......"

  Song Qing was at a loss for words, he clenched his fists and rested his chin on the windowsill, "Then what can I do to make you feel my sincerity?"

  "When I first saw you in high school, you didn't even greet me. Is this how you behave? Even if we're not close, standing so near each other should warrant a greeting. You're so arrogant, no wonder no girls like you." Liang's head was buried in Song Qinghe's chest, her voice muffled.

  "What's always on your mind?" Song Qinghe sighed and pulled her out of his arms, then circled around her and brought her back into his embrace. "At that time, I didn't even like you, why did I bother with you."

  "But I've helped you copy so many words, my hand is almost crippled. So what if Shen Beichen is your friend? Don't you know the saying 'take advantage of others' kindness and be ungrateful'? Shouldn't you always be thanking me?" It's been years since then, but Liang Yifan brought up old debts again, she admitted that she was being unreasonable.

  "But if it weren't for Ah Chen, would you have helped me write it?"

  Liang Yi fell silent, his forehead pressed against the nape of Song Qing's neck, his skin touching Song Qing's, quietly, without making a sound.

  "For once, I've never been so glad that you and Ah Chen broke up." Song Qinghe patted Liang Yi's arm lightly, as if coaxing a child to sleep. "You can say I'm sinister or unrighteous, but when it comes to you, Song Qinghe is no longer Song Qinghe, all of my principles are abolished."

  "When I knew you and Ah Chen broke up, I didn't have any feelings about it. It wasn't until we met again in high school that I realized you were still smiling so quietly, and at the time, I felt a little heartache for you. Ah Chen was just like me back then, neither of us understood anything, he must have hurt you."

  "At that time I was too impulsive, thinking that being heartbroken for you would be unfair to Ah Chen, so I pretended not to know you, in case I had some other thoughts about you."

  "Afterwards, you suddenly disappeared from school..."

  Liáng raised his head to look at him, but only saw the outline of his warm and gentle chin. "Then did you worry about what happened to me?"

  "Why should I worry?" Song Qinghe laughed out loud, wondering how he had picked up such a lovely treasure, and at that time, he didn't even want to talk to her, let alone worry about her.

  Come on... Liang pouted and pointed at his chest with his index finger, saying that telling a lie wouldn't hurt, couldn't he just humor me?

  Song Qinghe grasped one of Liang Yi's restless fingers with one hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it lightly, then placed it flat on his chest.

  "It's actually Ah Chen, who always asks me about your situation in a roundabout way. I know he regretted parting with you afterwards, but couldn't bring himself to chase after you again...” Song Qing inserted another hand into Liang Yifeng's hair, stroking her smooth long locks, and his fingertips suddenly touched a scar. Song Qing's fingertips trembled, and he slowly caressed it, “...does it hurt?"

  Song Qinghe's voice trembled slightly, and as soon as she thought of the pain that Liang Yi might have endured at that time, she couldn't help but feel heartache.