The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Su Qingyao suddenly opened her eyes wide, speechless with shock at his bold remarks.

Just as she was caught in a dilemma, the professor walked into the classroom with his lesson plan.

A quick glance around the classroom immediately caught Wen Yu's unfamiliar face, along with his undeniably arrogant gray hair.

"This student," the professor said, adjusting his glasses.

"You've come to the wrong classroom. This is a physics department class."

Wen Yu remained calm and smiled casually, "Teacher, you didn't go to the wrong place."

He turned his head, his gaze landing meaningfully on Su Qingyao, who seemed to want to hide herself away, his tone frank.

"I suddenly became very interested in physics class."

He looked at the professor again, his smile polite. "Professor, you don't mind having another student like me, do you?"

Having lived most of his life, the professor understood seven or eight parts of the situation at a glance. He shook his head helplessly and opened his lecture notes.

"I don't mind, just don't disturb the other students."

"Of course," Wen Yu replied readily.

Amid the background noise of the professor's lecture, he turned his head again, smiled at Su Qingyao who was tense, and whispered in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Look, even the teacher approved it."

"Nice to meet you in this class, new deskmate."

Su Qingyao was in a state of high tension throughout the entire class.

The professor's steady voice sounded like it was coming through frosted glass to her ears, and the logical chain of knowledge became fragmented as she received it intermittently.

She simply couldn't ignore the boy beside her whose presence was too overwhelming.

Wen Yu rested his cheek on his right hand, facing the blackboard and PPT, looking as if he was listening attentively to the lesson, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the upright figure to his left.

Watching her back straight up, her slender fingers unconsciously gripping the pen, even her breathing was carefully restrained.

With a tense expression as if facing a formidable enemy, Wen Yu let out a muffled laugh from deep in his throat.

He's not going to eat her, is he that scary?

Okay, he does want to eat.

He casually shifted his long leg to the side, his calf gently brushing against her neatly placed right leg.

Sensing Wen Yu's approach, Su Qingyao trembled slightly, then awkwardly pulled her leg to the other side.

Wen Yu's smile deepened, and his elbow moved closer to her side.

Sure enough, like a frightened little animal, she immediately shrank her arms and her whole body to the side.

What are you hiding from? You'll be sleeping in the same bed from now on.

How can his baby be so cute?

So adorable that he wanted to tease her right away and see if her clear eyes would ripple with even more touching emotions.

The moment the bell rang, Su Qingyao practically sprang into action, grabbed her books, and tried to rush out with the crowd.

"Why are you running?"

My wrist was gently held by a warm, large hand.

The force wasn't heavy, even carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness, yet it acted like an invisible shackle, freezing her in place.

Wen Yu stood up slowly, his tall figure casting a shadow in front of her.

He leaned down slightly, his eyes beneath his gray hair filled with a playful smile, looking directly into her flustered and evasive eyes.

"Su Tongxue," he said, his fingertips lightly brushing against the delicate skin of her wrist, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You think you can just use it and run?"

Su Qingyao's heart pounded wildly. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but the seemingly casual yet unbreakable force gripped her even tighter.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." She lowered her eyelashes, avoiding his gaze.

"have no idea?"

Wen Yu nodded knowingly, "We can put aside the matter of blocking me for now."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath instantly enveloping her.

"But you came all the way here last night to give me flowers."

He lowered his voice, "I asked everyone, and they all said they didn't know who sent the flowers. Could it be that there wasn't any person who commissioned them at all—"

He deliberately dragged out his words, enjoying the blush creeping onto her cheeks, before slowly uttering those few words.

"Actually, you have a crush on me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Su Qingyao's voice changed in her anxiety.

Wen Yu frowned, feigning trouble, "Then tell me, who sent the flowers?"

Su Qingyao immediately took out her phone and called the group admin.

She heard a long busy tone on the receiver, but no one answered. When she tried again, the call went directly to "out of service area".

The embarrassment of not being able to contact him made her eyes redden with anxiety, and she hurriedly handed her phone and chat history to him.

"Look! This is the delivery order posted by this person! I don't have a crush on you!"

Her pitiful yet adorable appearance almost made Wen Yu's intense love break through the cage of reason, causing him to tightly embrace the person who had haunted his dreams for seven years.

But he knew the time wasn't right.

Wen Yu restrained himself and released his hand, his knuckles gently stroking her slender wrist.

"Alright, alright, I'll pretend it wasn't you." His voice was deep, carrying a tone of indulgent compromise.

"But at least I made you ten thousand dollars, so here's a reward for you~"

He bent down and gently stroked the top of her head; the soft strands of hair entwined around his fingertips, softening his heart.

"Have lunch with me."

Before she could respond, he turned and left. When he reached the classroom door, he suddenly turned back and smiled at her.

"See you at the school cafeteria, don't run away..."

"Otherwise, no matter where you run, I'll catch you!"

-

The school cafeteria was bustling with activity at lunchtime.

Holding onto a sliver of hope, Su Qingyao pulled Zhang Miaoke to the most secluded corner, where they sat down with their backs to the entrance.

She listlessly picked at the rice on her plate, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"Stop poking it," Zhang Miaoke couldn't help but remind her, "You've practically turned this chicken cutlet into mincemeat."

As soon as they finished speaking, a shadow fell over their small table.

Su Qingyao's body stiffened. Without turning around, the soft, snowy scent already told her who it was.

Wen Yu's languid voice rang out above her head, carrying a hint of amusement.

"It seems some people are ignoring what I said."

He casually sat down in the empty seat next to Su Qingyao, his long legs inevitably brushing against hers under the table, startling Su Qingyao.

A smile flickered in Wen Yu's eyes.

He pushed the plate he was carrying in front of her; it contained a carefully prepared nutritious meal, and even a bowl of bird's nest stewed milk that looked quite expensive.

"Eat this."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "You're too thin."

Su Qingyao looked at the simple two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish in front of her, then at the refined meal he pushed towards her that was clearly not from the cafeteria's mass-produced food, and subconsciously refused, "I'll just eat this..."

"Or," Wen Yu interrupted her, tilting his head slightly and whispering in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Do you want to tell me right now the details of your crush on me?"