“…” The person who was so excited looked at him and almost lost his temper.

I still wanted to be brave, but when the words came to my mouth, I was choked and couldn't say them out.

 I like it, why don’t I like it?

She didn't know why, but as soon as she saw him, she felt like him, so much that she was filled with joy, and the hot emotions in her chest almost overflowed, swallowing up her whole body.

 It is strange to say that even though he and she are not the same person, she is willing to get close to him.

It always felt like they were meant to be together - Yun Si felt happy when she saw him, her eyes were happy, and her heart was happy.

 She has never experienced what it means to like, but she knows that this is probably it.

 Yes, and she doesn't want to stop.

Yun Si said: "I like it, I like it...but just a little bit, only a little bit."

 She didn't want him to know that she liked him very much, and she didn't want him to know that she actually cared about her. She was stubborn and refused to admit it, only reluctantly letting go a little.

　　Very arrogant and upright in speech.

 Jun Jiu Ge raised the corners of his lips slightly and said nothing.

He didn't pierce her hard words or refute her just a little bit. He hugged her, kissed her tenderly, and whispered: "Well, I like you very much."

 “I like it very much, like it very much, just like...the warm sun in winter.”

 “Warm Yang?”

"Well," he said gently, wrapping his fingers around her, slowly, "Winter is really too cold. Living alone is too cold. When the golden and warm sun appears, it will make people feel very happy."

Yun Si was stunned.

 “You are like this, you make me feel very happy, very happy.”

 When your heart is warm, your hands will naturally feel warm as well.

He said: "You are my only one, the only girl I like, do you know?" "..." Yun Si was almost driven crazy by his sudden words.

 Why is he suddenly so good at talking about love? It shouldn't be...

 Subconsciously, I always felt that he would not be the person to say such a thing. Why—

"Although you may not believe it,... I was very happy when I saw you for the first time." He raised his eyes, staring at her with hot and forbearing eyes, no longer covering them.

 “When I first met you…”

 The first time he met her...he was really happy, very happy.

She was sitting on a tree, wearing a red dress that was even warmer than the warm sun, with crisp silver bells on her anklets, looking at him with a smile - just like this, like a ball of extremely hot fire, without any trace of it. It broke into his ordinary and boring life with omen.

 Just one glance, and from then on, something seemed to start to get out of control.

He likes to look at her. He doesn’t know when he started, maybe from the first sight.

I like to see her quirky appearance, and I also like to see her little expression that pretends to be fierce but is actually kind and arrogant.

I like the liveliness between her eyebrows and her eyes, I like her cunning and full of bad intentions, no matter how I look at it, I feel like it, no matter how I look at it, I feel—

 Can’t see enough.

Always want to stare at her, all the time.

 But always staring would scare her, so in the past, he liked the time when she was sleeping the most - when she was asleep, he could look at her openly.

Looking at her, he touched her gently, like a stupid boy, carefully touching the girl he likes, not daring to disturb her.

 It's like finding a treasure and cherishing it so much that I don't know how to get close to it. It always feels illusory.

  Touching her face, she felt the true warmth of her body, and then it felt real. (End of chapter)