“So nice~”

After a round of playful teasing, Ning Chu sat on the bench with her head resting on Wen Yang’s shoulder, gazing at the rippling surface of the artificial lake in front of them.

There were no distracting noises around, just the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind, and all she could smell was Wen Yang’s familiar scent. Her anxiety over her horns and the “bad girls” faded into a calm peace.

She nestled her cold hands into Wen Yang’s chest, mumbling softly, “Just a little chilly.”

The wind had reddened her cheeks, and her skin was starting …