I clearly heard the thumping of my heart hitting my chest, and the sound gradually overshadowed the sound of the wind in my ears and occupied my brain.

In a panic, I shifted my gaze to the night sky, looking at Orion in the sky with my mind preoccupied.

It did kind of look like a skirt, but also like a bow.

F*ck, what am I thinking about this for?

Besides, Ning Yiheng didn’t stay indoors where there was a heater. What does he have to do in this wilderness?

Obviously, I deliberately left him to get along with Li Xiaoming. How could he come out for a walk at this time and even come here?

I was full of doubts and nowhere to ask questions, and finally returned to the original question— Orion’s twitching robot image in my eyes turned into a twitching robot wearing a woman’s dress.

This reminded me of myself in a skirt when I was a child.

I didn’t want to be silent and make the atmosphere awkward, but I didn’t want to continue the topic just now. I ignored his previous words and said, “Boss, aren’t you cold?”

Ning Yiheng replied with a strong nasal voice, “Not cold.”

I don’t believe him, but I can’t say something like, ‘Boss, I know you’re very cold, so please go back to my heated house alone immediately and say more than ten words to Li Xiaoming on the way to make sure your relationship goes well.’

I said tactfully, “Boss, it’s very cold here. If you can’t stand it, you can go back first. I’m very frost-resistant. I’m here every year for New Year’s, but I’m afraid you…”

“Cheng Huai Xiu,” Ning Yiheng interrupted me and asked, “Have you ever been in love?”

I didn’t expect him to ask me these questions. I was taken aback, but I still told the truth, “No.”

Ning Yiheng paused for a moment, and then said, “Don’t you think that in this scene, with just the two of us sitting here, it’s a lot like…”

I caught his next words, “… A lot like a plot of a novel.”

I didn’t say everything, let alone the plot of a “romance” novel.

Today was a clear day, the sky was cloudless, and when I looked up, my eyes were full of starry sky.

I have also written such fanfiction. The two protagonists who originally admired each other expressed their intentions under the starry sky, which was both romantic and beautiful.

And this kind of beauty has never belonged to me. I come here alone every year, under the stars, and then walked home alone.

To this day, I also feel that those plots have nothing to do with me.

Ning Yiheng acquiesced to my statement, and continued, “It turns out that you have never been in love. No wonder when I read your novel before, I always felt that your relationship plot was almost nothing.”

I always felt that something was wrong, but I was anxious to know my problem, so I blurted out without even thinking about it, “What’s the difference?”

I have indeed been struggling with the description of emotional scenes for a long time— I have never been in love and have never been able to understand what real love is, so the emotional scenes written in my pen are also dry. The two characters don’t seem to be in love, but more like they are in a cringe-worthy conversation.

Ning Yiheng didn’t give me too much time to reflect on myself, nor did he directly point out my problem. Instead, he said, “If the characters in your stories were sitting here like the two of us, what would you write?”

I thought about it seriously and said, “They will talk endlessly about everything and then one of them will take the initiative to say ‘I love you’ to the other.”

“Is that all?” Ning Yiheng said.

I said, “That’s all, and then they’ll be together. After they are together, they can do what they need to do like any other couple— and then that’s the end of the story.”

However, Ning Yiheng said, “Before people fall in love, they can’t just say ‘I love you’.”

I don’t understand his idea. In my perception, holding hands, hugging, and kissing between couples can only be done after they become a couple.

The phrase “I love you” is the beginning of love. People must first express their minds before doing other things.

I said, “I don’t understand, I don’t know how to write it.”

Ever since Ning Yiheng inexplicably talked about Orion’s skirt, I’ve been afraid to look into his eyes because of the indescribable guilt in my heart. I stared at the sky blankly, but all I thought about was Ning Yiheng.

Ning Yiheng, however, didn’t explain my question further. I waited for a while, and when I saw that he hadn’t spoken, I couldn’t help but want to look at him. Before I could turn my head, he suddenly grabbed my waist.

Ning Yiheng’s fingers tightened and dragged me directly into his arms. I was startled by him.

Before I could react, I fell off the stone and sat on his lap.

I was imprisoned by Ning Yiheng, but my center of gravity was still unstable. I staggered, holding my thermos and my head plunged into Ning Yiheng’s shoulder.

Ning Yiheng said close to my ear, “I’ll teach you, Cheng Huai Xiu.”

His voice was low and magnetic, and his breathing swept my auricles warmly, causing me to panic and itch.

When did Ning Yiheng’s voice become so manly?

I never thought his voice would be so sexy before— So sexy that I’m obsessed with a man’s sexiness, I’m afraid I’m not some kind of demon!

I don’t think I’m gay!

But I didn’t immediately lose my armor, and I don’t lack countermeasures. I tried to recall Ning Yiheng’s voice when he called me to work overtime— This instantly cleared my confused head a little, and I finally stopped thinking how sexy his voice was.

I could still reasonably retort to him, “The character’s feelings have to be gradual, this is a bit abrupt, and I don’t approve of it.”

Ning Yiheng got very close and said, “Your character can talk, make friends, and then make physical contact just like the two of us. This is gradual.”

F*ck.

My brain filled with Ning Yiheng’s voice, and I meditated on “working overtime” for a while, and then on “this plan needs to be changed” for a while, trying to take back my thoughts that Ning Yiheng had messed up.

This method worked at first. I was able to wake up a little bit when I thought of work, but it failed after a long time. No matter how I thought about Ning Yiheng’s vicious face calling me to work overtime, it didn’t work.

I can’t help but feel endless sorrow in my heart. Can’t going to work make me feel pain anymore?

How could anyone love their boss like a family? It must be the sick leave and annual leave that made me stupid.

Even if Ning Yiheng didn’t speak, I couldn’t stop thinking about his breathing, his hand around my waist, and his sexy voice that couldn’t be sexier—

My thoughts are really getting gayer and gayer.

Ning Yiheng pulled a hand back and pinched my chin.

He pressed in step by step and bullied me. I couldn’t help leaning back until the back of my head was against the stone I had just sat on, and I couldn’t retreat.

Under the cold night sky, the stone was cold and hard, while the fingers pinching my chin were hot and soft.

It was clearly the winter season, but my sweat was already sticky and wrapped around Ning Yiheng’s fingers.

I said in gibberish, “This is not possible, I can’t write such a plot—”

Ning Yiheng tightened the hand wrapped around my waist, and the thermos in my hand fell off and rolled down along the hillside.

Ning Yiheng said, “I’m going to kiss you next, Cheng Huai Xiu.”