Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 1241 - 1236: Date (3)

But Ji Yanche was very clear about his original intention of becoming an idol.Three words: Lan Ruge.

Sitting across from Ji Yanche, Ruge obviously didn’t know what Ji Yanche was thinking about.

She raised her head and saw Ji Yanche sprawled on the table, his chin resting on his hands.

Gray hair, a face like a comic book heartthrob, with a slightly pointed chin.

The hair on his forehead slightly pressed against his brows, his eyes bright and spirited, like they held countless stars.

It’s rare to see a boy’s eyes that look as beautiful as a girl’s eyes.

Ah, why is such a big guy so cute?

And he’s not the effeminate kind of cute, it’s a sunny and handsome kind of cute.

Having almost grown up together with Ji Yanche, she was already immune to his good looks.

But at this moment, it was as if she suddenly got his charm.

And Ji Yanche, as if sensing Ruge’s gaze, also lifted his eyes.

As their eyes met, an inexplicable current burst between them, causing Ruge to feel a bit tingly.

She quickly looked away, "Have you finished eating? If you’re done, go wash the dishes."

Ji Yanche stood up.

Ruge pushed the bowls towards him.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yanche leaned on the table with both hands, bent slightly closer to her, "What were you just thinking about? Why did you suddenly not dare to look at me?"

Ruge immediately lifted her eyes, "Nonsense, I don’t dare to look at you? What’s there that makes me not dare to look?"

The next second, both of them were stunned.

Because at this moment, their faces were just too close to each other.

Ruge could even see her reflection in Ji Yanche’s pupils.

Their breaths were filled with each other’s scent.

This was the first time, while fully awake, that they were so close.

Just a few centimeters more, and they could kiss.

Her heart seemed to miss a beat instantly.

Ji Yanche’s throat felt a bit tight, and he gently cupped her cheek, murmuring, "Ruge..."

Their breaths got closer and closer.

Ruge’s pupils constricted, and she suddenly slapped the table and stood up, "Forget it, I’ll wash them myself."

Saying that, she quickly distanced herself from Ji Yanche, holding the bowls to go to the kitchen.

But unexpectedly, her arm was gently tugged.

"Give them to me." Ji Yanche took them over, "You go rest, I’ve got the rest."

Ruge didn’t stand on ceremony, giving them to him and then collapsed on the sofa, attempting to use the TV to calm her erratic heartbeat.

What’s wrong with her...

Ji Yanche is just her male friend, a buddy.

Thinking of her parents’ failed marriage, Ruge’s rationality instantly returned.

Right.

She wouldn’t fall for anyone.

Casually changing the channel with the remote, she suddenly saw a TV station broadcasting a concert.

Ji Yanche’s concert.

It seemed he held nearly a hundred world tour concerts last year.

The first Chinese to perform at Madison, and the audience was packed with no empty seats.

Representing supreme glory.

Unknowingly, the boy who grew up with her was already standing on such a world stage.

The spotlight on him, singing on stage, seemed to make him glow.

Ruge was a bit mesmerized.

But hearing the sound of water flowing from the kitchen, she sneakily glanced at the dishwashing Ji Yanche.

Glanced at the Ji Yanche on TV.

Glanced at the Ji Yanche in the kitchen again.

Feeling... really wonderful.