Stealing Your Heart

The sunrise was beautiful, but climbing the mountain was a rather taxing affair.

Their empty stomachs made it worse.

After loading their luggage onto their car, they got in and savored the silence around them. The place was almost deserted around that time period.

As the city came into view, Shen Peichuan asked Sang Yu if she was hungry, to which she replied, “It’s fine. I’d rather go home and take a bath first. Sleeping in the tent with my clothes on hasn’t exactly been comfortable, you know.”

“Sure,” Shen Peichuan replied.

He parked the car in the neighborhood carpark and they alighted from it, with Shen Peichuan carrying their tent and Sang Yu carrying their water bottles.

They ascended the stairs slowly.

Shen Peichuan put their things down as Sang Yu watched. When he was done, she gave a shy chuckle and disappeared into the bathroom.

After putting the things down, Shen Peichuan looked around for Sang Yu, only to notice the sound of water running from the bathroom. He proceeded to walk out through the front door.

He was not a cook, but he knew where to get the best deals and the most delicious food in town.

Sang Yu took a quick bath and put on her clothes as fast as possible before walking to the living room, only to find it empty.

She turned around and walked into her bedroom, which was empty as well. It was as though no one had been in her house over the past few days.

Where did he go?

startled by the sound of the door opening. Shen Peichuan walked in while carrying a

table, and Sang

of sitting down to eat,

to look at

her head and gazed into his eyes. “I’m not

of her bathrobe, and she let it slide

“Sang Yu…”

worry,” she said, cutting him

eyes as her face turned beet

lip in slight embarrassment, but she did

from Sang Yu. She was not a good kisser, but it was enough to make him forget

up

me?” Sang Yu asked

Shen Peichuan answered decisively, his

“Then…”

up bridal style all of a sudden. He leaned down

answered, burying her face in

the door

come out for a long time, even

eleven, Shen Peichuan finally sat up on the bed,

glance at Sang Yu,

the pillows like a dark waterfall. Shen Peichuan reached out to brush away a few stray strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat, and it tickled her slightly, making her squirm