Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 1251 - 1246: Ruge and Ji Yanche / Epilogue (Part 1)

The young man’s voice was gentle yet firm, his clear eyes completely reflecting her image.Ruge’s breath caught, and in an instant, everything around seemed to turn into nothingness.

Seasoned in her ears was the endlessly echoing voice of Ji Yanche.

Lan Ruge, I like you.

I like you.

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She didn’t know how she had returned home, sitting alone in the empty living room, Ruge’s heart was like the waves endlessly crashing against the shore.

Unable to calm down.

That person—

The person she had always considered a friend, a good buddy, suddenly said he liked her...

Today isn’t April Fool’s Day, is it?

This feeling of transitioning from friendship to admiration with Ji Yanche was too sudden.

There hadn’t been a single sign in between.

Unaware of how long she’d been there, her phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Ji Yanche.

Glancing at the time, it was surprisingly already past six in the evening.

The sky had darkened, and Ruge hadn’t turned on the lights.

She had been alone from noon till dusk.

Ruge was someone who was quite forgetful, never storing unimportant matters in her brain.

Yet past events flashed through her mind one after another, as if they were inexhaustible.

Turns out, she and Ji Yanche had shared so many stories.

Those stories were also deeply imprinted in her mind.

The phone was still ringing, and she, usually daring and decisive, hesitated for a moment.

She unexpectedly didn’t dare to pick up the call.

The ringtone abruptly stopped, and a few seconds later, a text message came in.

Ji Yanche’s message contained only three simple words: Answer the phone.

The phone rang again.

Ruge clenched her palm and eventually picked it up.

Ji Yanche: "You wouldn’t be avoiding me, would you?"

"Why would I pick up your call if I were avoiding you?"

"True," Ji Yanche patted his chest, "I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me because of what happened at noon."

Listening to his usual cheerful voice, Ruge asked, "So, you were joking around noon?!"

"What joking, I was very serious," Ji Yanche suddenly lowered his voice, "I like you, I like you, I just like you, important things are said three times, is that enough?"

Ruge, who was usually fearless, was hit hard by the consecutive "I like you."

She clenched the phone in her hand, "You and I, we were clearly just buddies, I never considered it in that direction."

"Well, you can start thinking about it now."

"You—" Ruge’s words were all stuck in her throat.

"Wouldn’t it be nice?" Ji Yanche’s voice softened, "I don’t want to be just your buddy, what I want is to always be your support."

Ahhh, shut up, why is a grown man acting all coy for no reason?!

Even though it’s a phone call, it felt so vivid.

You can completely picture Ji Yanche’s harmlessly handsome face.

"Listen to me, you’re currently at the peak of your career, you’re an idol star. If news of a romance comes out now, your many female fans might just break down."

"What if I no longer were Ji Yanche, the star?" He suddenly spoke, leaning against the company corridor window, his handsome profile etched with nightclub hues, the white light casting gentle shadows on his face, "Do you remember the first idol you liked back in elementary school?"