Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

After finishing their trip to the snowy world, they went to many other places to visit, and the relationship between the four of them gradually warmed up, unlike the awkwardness of their first meeting.

A week later.

Lian Yiheng had no choice but to bid farewell and return to the training base.

He didn't say goodbye in person, but told Yan Weixi in advance which day he would be leaving. Before leaving, he had someone leave a note and left in a hurry before Yan Weixi could react.

It seems that they will never be separated, but rather their relationship will be temporarily paused, waiting for the next time they press the start button.

Spring passes and winter comes.

Lian Yiheng always makes time to spend with her from time to time.

As if he were a chosen one who had never experienced many setbacks, a few years of warmth made him forget his own limitations.

In a dark alley.

"Boom!"

Lian Yiheng was thrown to the corner, and the shock surged through his body, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground, leaving a long trail.

A group of people dressed in special materials and wearing special badges surrounded him.

"We finally caught you, you brat. You were the one who took down our branch last time, weren't you?"

"Pretty capable, huh?"

The leader suddenly grabbed him by the collar, looked at Lian Yiheng's stubborn face, raised his hand and patted Lian Yiheng's face, saying disdainfully, "Did I think you were so great? Now you're just being played by us."

The leader shoved him aside and threw him into a corner, too lazy to waste words, his face arrogant like that of a superior.

"Go kill him."

After saying that, the leader turned around, took out a cigarette, lit it, and only a few embers remained.

The man took a deep breath, then exhaled a long, cloud-like sigh.

"His lover is only a teenager, right? So young."

"I wonder what it tastes like. I'll go visit the Yan family later."

The man deliberately provoked him, as if such a small trick would allow him to vent his anger.

Lian Yiheng, who had been protecting his head and feigning weakness in order to wait for someone to take down their boss, suddenly became fierce upon hearing these words, and his eyes slowly turned red.

The boy's clear voice was now hoarse and shrill: "You dare!"

The man exhaled a puff of smoke with a contented look on his face: "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"boom!"

The next moment, a fist, accompanied by the sharp sound of a blade, struck the man's face, causing ripples to spread across his cheeks. In the blink of an eye, he was sent flying with a thud!

The man, shocked and furious, yelled, "Damn it! You actually had a backup plan! A bunch of useless trash! Come help me!"

Suddenly, the man stopped, his pupils widening involuntarily. He saw with his own eyes that the dozen or so top experts he had brought with him were all lying in pools of blood.

Lian Yiheng's entire body was stained with blood, his face was covered in blood, and only his eyes were terrifyingly red.

Blood was now gushing from the blade of the curved sword in his hand.

The man's arrogance was instantly extinguished as if doused with water, leaving no trace of it. Fear, like a burning flame, replaced the disdain in his eyes in an instant.

He trembled as he backed away, his voice tinged with panic: "No...don't kill me...please don't kill me!"

"I was wrong! I won't joke anymore... I was just saying it casually, please don't kill me... please don't kill me..."

The man knelt down with a thud, his face full of pleading as he begged him not to kill him.

Instead of slitting his throat with a knife, Lian Yiheng punched him in the face with such force that he knocked him unconscious.

After the man fainted, hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

A mysterious team, dressed in uniform, moving in unison, and trained like soldiers, arrived at the alley entrance.

They said respectfully, "Young Master, we are late, please punish us!"

Lian Yiheng rotated his aching wrist, his face cold and stern, his eyebrows and eyes frosty, his lips pressed straight, and he said in a cold voice, "Who leaked the news about the Yan family?"

"Go check."

Lian Yiheng's coldness grew like sharp thorns, creating an oppressive atmosphere that frightened them into responding repeatedly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

*

Lian Yiheng washed the bloodstains off his body again and again, and even couldn't help but pick out a natural-smelling perfume to spray on his clothes, afraid that his smell would be unpleasant and make Yan Weixi uncomfortable.

After getting ready, he called his grandfather before leaving.

“I agree to your request. But there’s one thing: you must send someone to protect her during the five years I’m away.”

The other party was stunned for a while and did not agree. Then a voice as ancient as a bell came: "Xiao Heng, you are still too young and impulsive."

“What’s the difference between having someone specifically keep an eye on them and indirectly telling your enemies that these are your people?”

"It will only cause more trouble."

"Blatantly making such a statement, do you think you can protect her for life?"

"Old man, I don't care how many people you send over, as long as you can bear the consequences."

After saying that, the phone was hung up after a few beeps.

Lian Yiheng had been holding back a lot of anger, and at that moment he let it all out.

Yes.

The old man is right.

Sending people there will only hasten the realization that this is someone he values. If the enemies he once made dare not touch the Lian family, how could they not dare to touch Yan Weixi, a girl who is powerless?

There are plenty of fools who would risk their lives to annoy him.

In the end, he didn't send anyone to protect Yan Weixi, but instead ordered his men to keep a close eye on the group of enemies who were very likely to resort to underhanded tactics.

He stood downstairs at the Yan family's building and called Yan Weixi.

Yan Weixi answered the call quickly.

"What's wrong, Hengheng?"

The girl's uniquely sweet and soft voice fell into Lian Yiheng's ears, instantly melting his heart.

"I'm downstairs...can you come down?"

"Yes you can!"

Yan Weixi quickly went downstairs, and when she saw Lian Yiheng, her eyes crinkled with joy, and she was in a great mood.

Her nose quickly caught the woody scent on him. "Huh? Did you get new toiletries?"

Lien Yi-heng answered honestly, "I wore some perfume today."

"It smells wonderful!"

Lian Yiheng couldn't help but smile, and asked softly, "Do you like this flavor?"

"I like it! It smells great, but I liked your previous scent even more."

Lian Yiheng smiled and said, "Really? Then I'll use that shower gel again next time."

"Ok!"

Lian Yiheng chatted with her for a while before finally speaking up, "Xi Xi."

Yan Weixi looked up: "Hmm?"

"Will you be free tonight?"

"Have."

"I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight, is that alright?"

"Okay!"

*

night.