Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

"Ding~ Mission accomplished."

Even through the gloves, Song Xun could feel the burning temperature of Zheng Lanxing's palm, and the other party was reluctant to let go.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to the prompt sound indicating that the task was completed.

"Zheng Lan..." Song Xun had just opened his mouth when Zheng Lanxing pulled him out of the ski resort.

His eyes drooped, he stared blankly at his held hand, losing the ability to speak.

Outside the ski resort, Zhao Huo and others were waiting boredly. The moment they saw Chen Pei, Song Xun reacted and quickly shook off Zheng Lanxing's hand.

His intention to keep a distance was too obvious. Zheng Lanxing frowned and stared at Song Xun for a while, with dissatisfied interrogation in his eyes.

Song Xun glanced around: "I'm so tired, let's go back quickly."

Zhao Huo held the snowboard in one hand and called out, "Hurry up, both of you."

Song Xun squatted down, took off his snowboard, and walked towards the few people.

They were discussing where to go for lunch, and Song Xun whispered, "I'm not going."

Chen Pei naturally knew that Song Xun was enthusiastic about eating, so he glanced at him and asked, "Why not go?"

"I'm too tired and want to rest." Song Xun lowered his head.

Shu Huan teased: "Boys can't complain of being tired so easily. They lack exercise."

Zhao Huo: "It seems I will have to pull you out more often in the future."

They laughed and joked all the way back to the hotel, rested for half an hour, and then went out for lunch.

Song Xun took a shower and fell headfirst onto the bed.

There was only one question in his mind: why did Zheng Lanxing hold his hand?

Including this mission, it was completed too easily.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuanyi's voice appeared again.

——He definitely likes you, and the reason he targets He Chong is because he is jealous.

Song Xun turned over and asked the same question as last time: "996, does Zheng Lanxing like me?"

After a moment of silence, 996's voice rang out: "...No."

When Song Xun heard the standard answer, a ripple flashed through his heart, like a drop of water falling, and then returned to tranquility in a moment, and there was no way to find it.

Not hearing the uncertainty in 996's tone, Song Xun nodded softly.

It was just the most common hand holding between same sexes. She just reached out to hold him because she saw that he was too tired. He was overthinking it.

After his troubles were resolved, Song Xun relaxed. Fatigue swept over him and his consciousness fell into a deep black dream.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

Song Xun opened the door and saw Zheng Lanxing and his group standing outside. He blinked sleepily: "What's the matter?"

Zheng Lanxing glanced at his messy hair and said, "Let's go out for dinner."

Song Xun was a little slow to react. He looked at the time and found that it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He had slept for seven hours.

"Sorry, wait a moment."

Song Xun hurriedly changed his clothes, washed his face, and went out again.

The town was lit up with colorful lights at night, and under the eaves were icicles dripping with water, and the breath turned into mist.

As Song Xun walked, he slowed down his pace. The soreness in his body gradually began to spread, and his muscles and skeleton were protesting.

My legs and buttocks were the hardest hit areas. No matter how I fell in the morning, I recovered all my losses after a good night's sleep.

Song Xun lowered his head and took heavy steps, completely unaware that Zheng Lanxing had stopped in front of him, and fell forward headfirst.

He held his head and took two steps back, then looked up: "I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Zheng Lanxing suddenly became gentle today.

Not wanting to waste time, Song Xun tried to speed up his pace, but after a while he slowed down again. Zheng Lanxing kept a distance of half a meter and walked behind him.

Zhao Huo stood in front of a store and shouted, "You two are so slow today."

This kind of weather is perfect for eating hotpot. There are already quite a few people gathered in the restaurant, and Zhao Huo ordered a private room on the second floor.

Somehow, several people pushed each other in, leaving only the last two connected positions.

Song Xun stared at his seat in a daze, his palms felt warm, and Zheng Lanxing pulled him to his seat.

This must be an illusion, he thought.

The warmth of the palms only lasted for a moment and then separated in an instant.

Song Xun put his hands on the table and continued to be distracted.

While Song Xun was sleeping, the few of them went back to the ski resort and played until the evening. They were so exhausted that the food in the hot pot was almost cleared out as soon as it was ready.

Although he was very hungry, Song Xun was rarely in the mood to eat, so he began to think about the same question for the second time.

Why did Zheng Lanxing hold his hand again?

There was a large piece of beef in the bowl in front of him. Zheng Lanxing said, "You didn't eat lunch, so you're not hungry?"

Zheng Lanxing actually picked up food for him. This was too abnormal, so abnormal that everything was turned upside down and made people feel confused.

Song Xun suddenly looked up at Zheng Lanxing. He was almost driven crazy by the confusion in his heart.

Zheng Lanxing was still fighting with Zhao Huo and the others for the meat. He won again with his agile skills and threw the spoils into his bowl. Seeing that he was staring at him, Zheng Lanxing tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, asking silently.

Song Xun took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to fight to the end: "Why do we have to hold hands?"

The sound of dishes and chopsticks suddenly became lighter, and Zhao Huo and Shu Huan almost pricked up their ears to listen.

Song Xun realized that he had chosen the wrong occasion and time. Perhaps this question should be asked in a more private place.

Zheng Lanxing, however, did not seem to feel awkward at all as he was being watched. Instead, he took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and put two more pieces of food into the pot with his chopsticks, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"Shouldn't you be happy?"

Should I be happy? Song Xun repeated this question in his heart.

It seems like he should be happy. Chen Jinyan has been pursuing this guy for nearly two years and finally got a little response. Of course he should be happy.

But it shouldn’t be like this…

Song Xun didn't know what the correct expression and corresponding answer should be.

Fortunately, Zheng Lanxing did not dwell on this issue. He just glanced at a few people lightly, and the atmosphere returned to normal, passing over the previous episode.

After resting in this small town for one night, they returned to Kyoto the next morning.

Then Song Xun discovered a change. Chen Pei, who had been extremely resistant to his contact with Zheng Lanxing, no longer stopped him. Instead, he took the initiative to ask to bring Song Xun along to weekend gatherings.

But all of these were rejected by Song Xun.

He is in a state of retreat now. There was something wrong with Zheng Lanxing last time, and he is a little afraid of change.

He didn't plan to see Zheng Lanxing again unless it was the last day of the mission.

After a brief downturn, 996 supported Songxun's idea and made a brief concession in order to successfully complete the task.

"The relationship between the protagonists will be established at the banquet two months later. You don't have to perform any missions during this period. You just need to complete the final mission of the transformation of the relationship between the protagonists."

Two months passed. Song Xun was in a trance for a moment, feeling that time seemed to pass very quickly. It turned out that there were only two months left before the day of the banquet.