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Chapter 920 - 917: The Deadline I Can Give Is Not Long

Chapter 920: Chapter 917: The Deadline I Can Give Is Not Long

Tong Xiaohua was held in mid-air by Yan Bo, feeling both embarrassed and warm-hearted.

Her rational mind told her she should jump down from him, but having rarely enjoyed such boundless affection since childhood, Tong Xiaohua couldn’t bear to give up this utmost tender indulgence.

And on the higher branches, there were clearly even more and larger oranges, tempting under the sunlight with their golden-yellow glow.

"Are the oranges up there bigger and more numerous?"

Yan Bo held her with both hands, his gaze sweeping over the oranges in the basket; compared to those she had picked originally, the ones just picked were obviously riper and larger.

"Yes, they’re dazzling to look at."

Yan Bo’s hands held her steady, "Then take your time picking them, no rush."

At first, Tong Xiaohua feared her weight would be too much for Yan Bo to bear. After all, though she wasn’t fat, her height was there, and even if skin and bones, she wouldn’t be too light.

She still had in mind the teasing he had given her in the morning, and now, she couldn’t help having a vengeful attitude.

"You sure you can handle it? If you can’t, remember to say so, don’t end up dropping me."

As Tong Xiaohua spoke, she fearlessly bounced a few times.

Yan Bo’s arm strength was truly surprising, and even when Tong Xiaohua deliberately made it difficult for him, he held her steadily. After she picked a few large oranges from the same tree, he carried her forward another ten meters or so to another orange tree.

Tong Xiaohua was tenderly looked after to the utmost, yet she felt a sense of longing unfinished.

"Ah, thinking back, I really miss the feeling of riding on my dad’s shoulders, always thinking I was standing on the shoulders of a giant."

"Do you now want to sit on my shoulders?" Yan Bo’s voice, filled with laughter, came from below, making Tong Xiaohua feel her face burn with embarrassment.

Seeing that she didn’t answer, Yan Bo let his hands drop and set her back on the ground. Before she could react, his hands moved from her waist to under her arms.

This posture was indeed the standard one for lifting someone onto your shoulders.

Tong Xiaohua panicked, quickly slapping at his hands to clarify.

"Yan Bo, are you serious? Don’t do it, okay? I’m so old already, not some little brat anymore."

Yan Bo let her go after her struggle, draped his arms around her neck, leaned his head in from behind and kissed her on the face.

"As long as you want, I can spoil you just like a little brat, not the slightest bit of hindrance."

Tong Xiaohua’s face couldn’t hold so much, at eighteen, to still ride on someone’s shoulders like a little brat? And key point was, she wasn’t a delicate type of girl.

"I was just joking, you really took it seriously!"

Tong Xiaohua, a bit unable to save face, broke free from his embrace and, carrying half a basket of oranges, strode ahead.

"Let’s go pick star fruit..."

Yan Bo hurriedly followed, and it wasn’t just about picking star fruit—if she said she wanted to pick peaches from heaven, as long as he had the ability, he would accompany her.

"Do you like eating star fruit?"

In this period, Yan Bo had already grasped many of Tong Xiaohua’s preferences.

However, those were mostly regarding varieties of dishes at the meal table or the taste preferences of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy; as for fruits, he had always been unclear.

Tong Xiaohua didn’t answer him right away, instead waiting until he caught up with her and walked side by side before she said, "I don’t like eating star fruit, but my dad does."

Yan Bo had no basis to doubt the truth of her statement; he took over the basket full of oranges with one hand and held her hand with the other.

As for his own basket, it had long been discarded who knows where.

Seeing the basket change hands, Tong Xiaohua arched her eyebrows in a rather cocky manner and asked him.

"Where’s your basket? Gave up? Admitted defeat?"

Yan Bo looked deeply at her and nodded frankly in admission.

"Yes, I gave up, I admitted defeat."

He was not a male chauvinist, in his opinion, as long as his lover was happy, there was nothing wrong with admitting defeat.

Tong Xiaohua’s expression was vivid, "Ah, I really regret not specifying what should be the stakes."

Yan Bo pinched her palm and gazed at her affectionately.

"It’s okay, whatever the stakes are, you can think about it slowly, they can be claimed at any time," Yan Bo said, unable to resist lowering his head to nuzzle the top of her head with his lips.

Tong Xiaohua tilted her face upward, her forehead unwittingly brushing against his chin. The rough sensation of his chin against her smooth forehead, combined with a tickling numbness, made her want to dodge and yet also want more of his gentle scrapes.

A subtle pleasure spread bit by bit from the skin of her forehead, causing Tong Xiaohua to lose focus for a while.

When she recovered from that inexplicable entanglement, Yan Bo’s forehead was pressed against hers, the two gazing deeply into each other’s eyes at an extremely close distance.

In order to cover up her discomposure, Tong Xiaohua lowered her eyelids to avoid his intense gaze and murmured a question.

"Anything goes?"

Yan Bo leaned in and kissed her slightly reddened nose, which was either awkward or shy, assuring her very seriously, "Yes, any bet is fine."

In the midst of speaking, he took her hand and wrapped it around her waist.

"And the time limit?" Tong Xiaohua wondered vaguely.

Or maybe she wasn’t thinking about anything at all, she simply wanted to push him to admit his feelings.

She didn’t really believe that this man could truly give her boundless tolerance and indulgent affection.

After a thoughtful tilt of his head, Yan Bo pondered, "Hmm... how many years would be good then?"

Tong Xiaohua unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand. She was actually afraid that he would say one minute, or perhaps an even shorter duration.

Like most girls, she was vain and insatiable.

Even though she knew he was already very good to her, she still yearned for more. Even though she knew that no love could really last forever, she wanted to hear similar assurances from his mouth.

However, she was clearer than anyone that she and he were just a couple who had been in love for a little over a month. To say their feelings were solid was a lie.

To say they could give each other a forever future was, in fact, just empty talk.

But isn’t that how people in love are?

Knowing well that what the other person offers might only be a mirage, yet without a hint of doubt, they choose to believe and entrust themselves.

Yan Bo pondered, mulling over for a long time.

And during the wait, Tong Xiaohua’s heart was so nervous it felt as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

Eventually, Tong Xiaohua couldn’t wait any longer and lifted her eyelids to meet his deep, dark eyes.

"Never mind, I won’t make it difficult for you..."

Some answers are so harsh that even if they are known, many people would rather deceive themselves and pretend not to know anything before the other party says it out loud.

At this moment, Tong Xiaohua was just like that.

"Well, you really shouldn’t make it difficult for me. The time limit I give is not long, just thirty thousand days."