Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

When passing a bridge, Chu Xiaoyun saw that everyone passing by was holding a lighted lantern, so she turned and looked at Meng Wenjin.

"Brother Wenjin, where are the candles with flower petals that we bought from the stall? Take one out and put it in the lantern. It will definitely look nice."

Meng Wenjin had no objection. He didn't have many packages in his hands, and some fragile little items were also sent to the carriage.

So, he casually searched and took out a small flower candle.

No one would carry a fire starter with them, but the streets were full of vendors selling lanterns.

It only cost a few copper coins, or even some people who didn't care, to let them come closer and light the candles.

Meng Wenjin held the lit candle and carefully placed it into the lantern.

In an instant, the dazzling and jumping light turned into a soft ball of light.

Chu Xiaoyun held up the lantern. Through the light of the candle, the lotus painted on the lantern could be seen more clearly. Even the texture of the petals seemed to be visible.

"Brother Wenjin, look, it's so beautiful!"

She was a little excited, raised her eyes and met Meng Wenjin's smiling eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and in a trance, it seemed as if there were only two of them left on this apparently bustling street.

Under the orange-red light, the faces of both people seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, hazy and not very clear.

But it was this hazy look created by light and shadow that made the other person in their eyes covered with a veil, like the sunset at dusk, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

It is said that beauty is best seen under the lamp, while others say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. When the two are combined, the influence is even greater.

Meng Wenjin's eyes were filled with the beloved in front of him. He couldn't help himself for a moment and unconsciously reached out and held Chu Xiaoyun's hand holding the lamp.

"Brother Wenjin."

Chu Xiaoyun was very surprised and let out a very low cry, but she did not dodge the hand that was being held.

She lowered her eyes, her long black eyelashes trembled, and finally calmed down, just like her owner's turbulent yet pretending-to-be-calm heart.

"Xiao Yun, let's go to the other side and take a look."

There was a strange tacit understanding between the two of them in silence.

Meng Wenjin stretched out his left hand to take the lantern, and with his other hand he grasped Chu Xiaoyun's empty left hand at speed faster than a human could detect.

After he grabbed Chu Xiaoyun's hand, he refused to let go. He quietly placed their clasped hands between the two of them and led her onto the bridge.

The bridge was bustling with people coming and going. The bridge was narrow and people passed by the two of them from time to time.

But no one noticed anything unusual.

Everyone's sleeves are relatively long, and the people around are too crowded, leaning against each other, so it is normal for sleeves to get tangled.

No one could have guessed that when they passed each other, there was a brief touch of skin where their sleeves blocked the distance.

For Yu Chuxiaoyun and Meng Wenjin, having their fingers intertwined felt both exciting and bold.

For two people who have never been involved in love before, this experience is new and special.

Violating the rules that need to be followed will always make people feel panic-stricken.

Unfortunately, even the most law-abiding people can sometimes find themselves unable to control themselves.

Meng Wenjin held Chu Xiaoyun's hand tightly, as if he had obtained the whole world, feeling satisfied and secure.

Chu Xiaoyun was a little flustered at first, but when she felt the firmness of the hand holding her, she relaxed immediately.

They walked on the bridge like this, as if they had walked side by side for countless days in the future.

On this road, no matter what they encounter, the two will never let go of their tightly clasped hands.

This is not a promise, but an unchanging instinct engraved in Meng Wenjin's heart.

The bridge was not very long, and it didn’t take long before we reached the point where we could get off the bridge.

Once we got to the street, the road was much wider than on the bridge.

The crowd dispersed; it would have looked even weirder if they had stayed so closely together.

Meng Wenjin naturally let go of Chu Xiaoyun's hand, but when they were completely separated, he pinched her little finger gently.

This seemed like a secret signal, and Chu Xiaoyun immediately turned her head to look over.

The person in front of me shrank to the size of a fingernail and was imprinted in my pupils. The tiny shadow filled the entire world in my eyes.

It’s Chu Xiaoyun and also Meng Wenjin.

After a long time, they smiled at each other.

The brief time they spent holding hands while crossing the bridge bound their hearts together in some inexplicable way.

With mutual understanding, when they come together again, whether they are just walking side by side or looking at each other and talking, they seem very different.

After visiting the lantern festival, Meng Wenjin sent Chu Xiaoyun home. Chu's mother, who was waiting for her at the door, immediately noticed something strange.

The ambiguous feelings are about to flow out, and only a blind person can't see that something is wrong.

Mother Chu sighed, walked forward, smiled kindly at Meng Wenjin, and said:

"Wenjin, please send Ayun back home so late."

Meng Wenjin accidentally overthought and quickly bowed to apologize:

"Aunt, I am sorry for being rude. I should have sent Xiaoyun back earlier today to avoid worrying you."

"Wenjin, you don't need to say these polite words to your aunt."

Chu's mother waved her hands, indicating that she was not holding him accountable.

Meng Wenjin looked over with doubt.

"You and Ayun were married by His Majesty, and you have known each other for so many years. You have a childhood sweetheart relationship, so I naturally trust you."

Mother Chu pulled her husband beside her, signaling him to adjust his gloomy expression, and then continued:

"I see that you two are on such a good terms now, so I no longer have any last bit of worry. I am completely relieved about you."

"Aunt, you mean..."

Meng Wenjin seemed to be knocked unconscious by a pie in the sky, and asked again in disbelief.

Mother Chu took her daughter's hand and nodded.

"What I mean is that you can start preparing for the marriage proposal. We can only keep Ayun for another year at most, so if that's the case, you should start preparing for the marriage early."

Of course, their daughter’s most important event, marriage, cannot be rushed. They have to choose the best thing for their daughter within the scope of what they can give.

That being the case, there are many precious things that require time to prepare.

Chu's mother didn't want to keep her daughter for a few more years, but girls should get married when they grow up.

The age has come, but the marriage granted by the emperor has not yet been prepared. If others know about this, they will probably say that the Chu family is disrespectful to the emperor.

If their daughter doesn't like Meng Wenjin, they can resist the pressure and ruin the marriage.

But now the two of them love each other, so why keep putting it off?

It would be better to see whether Meng Wenjin is the same before and after marriage while they are still strong and can support their daughter.

This was also the result of a day's discussion between her and her husband.

Meng Wenjin was so happy that he almost went silly. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Chu's father and mother.

"Uncle and aunt, I will never let Sister Xiaoyun down, nor will I go against your trust."