Chapter 1291: Chapter 779: An Youyou’s Drunken Misconduct
An Youyou squeezed into the crowd and wrote down her wish.
After finishing, she put it into a small Wish Bag and waved to An Ji, who was still outside the crowd, "An Ji, I’m done writing, hurry over here."
An Ji snapped back to reality and slowly walked towards the crowd.
An Youyou said, "Wishes shouldn’t be seen by others. You write yours quickly, and I’ll go hang my Wish Bag first."
"Okay," An Ji responded.
An Youyou happily walked towards the Wish Tree beside them.
The tree was already full of hanging Wish Bags, indicating that many people came here to make wishes.
An Youyou stood on her tiptoes, trying to hang hers on a branch.
Oh dear.
An Youyou’s face turned red.
Just a little more, she was almost able to reach the branch.
Just as she was about to break down, the branch she was aiming for suddenly lowered, bringing it within her reach.
An Youyou looked up and saw An Ji standing beside her, effortlessly pulling the branch down for her.
In this moment, sunlight poured down, filtering through the leaves and branches, scattering randomly. Under the backlight, An Ji seemed to radiate a halo, his facial lines appearing softened in the glow, his eyes seemingly brimming with warmth...
An Youyou’s heart was beating irregularly.
It felt like even her breathing had become tense.
Everything around them seemed to vanish, as if only An Ji remained in her vision.
Only him, so close.
Their eyes met, creating an ambiguous atmosphere...
A gentle breeze tousled their hair, the soft strands occasionally brushing against each other, causing their hearts to flutter nervously.
An Youyou instinctively bit her lip.
Her lips, flushed and moist under the sunlight, resembled ripe cherries, exuding an alluring charm.
An Ji’s Adam’s apple moved noticeably, a vigorous motion.
An Youyou saw it, and her heart seemed to beat even faster.
Her body suddenly tensed.
The nervousness made her unable to blink as she gazed at An Ji, who suddenly leaned closer.
In the sun’s shadow, An Ji’s silhouette enveloped her entire petite body. She watched as his fair, handsome face drew nearer, so close that she felt she forgot to breathe...
"Once you hang it, move aside!"
A sudden, abrupt voice pierced through.
Loud and impatient.
Both of them seemed to be jolted back to reality.
An Youyou quickly bowed her head.
In that instant, An Ji also straightened up.
Both of their faces turned red.
"Move!" the man beside them urged impatiently again.
An Youyou silently stepped aside.
An Ji also took a slight step back.
There was an unmistakable awkwardness between them.
If no one had suddenly interrupted them just now, between the two of them...
An Youyou bit her lip.
A bit unsure, even thinking it might not be real, about what An Ji was about to do just now.
"Then give it to me," An Ji’s deep, magnetic voice resonated near her ear.
An Youyou froze.
"Give me the Wish Bag, and I’ll help you hang it," An Ji said.
He seemed to have regained his composure.
As if nothing had happened just moments ago.
Just an accident.
No need for explanation, no need to mind it.
"Thank you," An Youyou handed over the crumpled Wish Bag she was holding to An Ji.
After taking it, An Ji once again approached the Wish Tree and easily hung it up.
He hung two.
One was hers, the other his own.
The two Wish Bags dangled on the same branch, very close to each other.
At this moment, they swayed gently with the breeze, occasionally touching, and then separating again.
An Youyou felt this was exactly like the distance between her and An Ji.
"Let’s go," An Ji said.
An Youyou looked at the two lucky bags once more, a smile filled with blessings, and followed An Ji out of Yinyuan Temple.
Back to the bustling street.
The street remained as crowded as ever.
An Youyou was still excitedly looking left and right, thoroughly enjoying herself.
An Ji just kept watching her, watching her innocence and carefree spirit.
As if the only one who would struggle and hesitate was him.
Maybe.
Should be thankful, it was only him!
After a whole morning of walking around.
An Ji took An Youyou to the best restaurant in Phoenix City, sitting at the best scenic table on the second floor.
The table was filled with dishes, making An Youyou’s mouth water.
Beiyuan Country’s cuisine tended to be sweeter, and she loved sweets.
She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.
