Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 415 The most straightforward confession and invitation!

"Hehehe!" Tang Yanning couldn't help but smile after receiving affirmation, her eyes curving into crescent moons, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.

She took Ye Fan's arm and shook it: "Shall we go see a movie now?"

Seeing her instantly transform from shy to cheerful and full of energy, Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, let's go! You decide what we'll watch."

......

The lights in the theater slowly came on, and the melodious end credits song began to play.

There weren't many audience members for the afternoon show to begin with, and it felt rather deserted when the show ended.

Ye Fan looked down at Tang Yanning in his arms—Tang Yanning was like a little animal that had found the most comfortable nest, almost hanging on him, breathing evenly and long, with long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, and a satisfied, childlike smile on her lips.

He was obviously asleep.

She was completely different from her energetic self at the arcade. Now, she was quiet, gentle, and filled with complete trust and reliance.

Looking at her unguarded sleeping face, Ye Fan felt a complex warmth welling up in his heart, a mixture of helplessness and being touched by her wholehearted attachment.

This is precisely one of Tang Yanning's most fatal attractions to him.

"Yan Ning, wake up, the show's over." Ye Fan gently ruffled her hair, his voice low and gentle.

"Hmm..." Tang Yanning opened her eyes groggily, her gaze still somewhat dazed. "Huh? Is it over?"

She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, a childlike gesture that looked especially adorable.

Then, as if only then realizing she had fallen asleep in the movie theater, a blush instantly spread across her face: "Oh dear! How did I fall asleep? What happened next in the movie?"

Seeing her embarrassed and ashamed expression, Ye Fan chuckled and pinched the tip of her nose: "Did you secretly play games until late again last night? Hmm?"

His tone carried a mixture of understanding and a hint of reproachful concern.

"No...it's not too late..." Tang Yanning's eyes darted around, clearly lacking confidence, and he mumbled softly.

Ye Fan's smile faded, his expression turning serious. He gently stroked the bridge of her nose with his finger: "Little internet addict, this won't do. Staying up late is bad for your health. You're not allowed to play for so long anymore, understand?"

His gaze held an undeniable concern.

Tang Yanning's face scrunched up, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally bargained in a low voice, "Then... how long can we play each day?"

"No more than four hours a day," Ye Fan stated firmly.

"Huh? Four hours?" Tang Yanning immediately pouted in dissatisfaction. "That's too little! One game isn't even enough to satisfy us!"

She tried to soften the other person by acting cute.

Ye Fan remained unmoved, instead slightly curving his lips into a smile, his eyes looking at her with unusual seriousness: "If you can't do that, then I might not be able to come out and play with you like this often in the future."

This simple sentence, however, was like a pebble thrown into Tang Yanning's tranquil lake, stirring up ripples.

"No way!" Tang Yanning blurted out, grabbing his arm urgently. Meeting Ye Fan's smiling yet firm gaze, she deflated like a punctured balloon: "Okay, I can do it."

But then, as if making a decision, she raised her head, her clear eyes looking directly at Ye Fan: "But you have to promise me one thing first!"

"Tell me about it?" Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, looking at her suddenly serious face with great interest.

Tang Yanning took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage.

She suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around Ye Fan's neck, her warm breath carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor as it gently brushed against his earlobe.

In a voice barely audible to the two of them, tinged with shyness, she said, "I...I don't want to go back to school tonight...is that okay?"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly exploding in Ye Fan's mind!

This isn't a hint; it's clearly a young girl's bravest and most direct confession and invitation!

He could even clearly feel her arms trembling slightly behind his neck, and her suddenly quickened heartbeat transmitted through her clothes.

After Tang Yanning finished speaking, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she immediately buried her burning cheeks deep in Ye Fan's chest, like an ostrich seeking shelter after being frightened, her whole body so ashamed that she almost curled up.

The theater lights illuminated the two of them, and the air was filled with an unprecedented, heart-pounding ambiguity and tension.

It took Ye Fan a full few seconds to find his voice. His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the shock in his heart.

He gently held her shoulders, helping her lift her head slightly. Looking into her eyes, he asked in a low, earnest voice, "Yan Ning, are you sure you've thought it through? All aspects?"

He showed no frivolity; his gaze was deep, filled with inquiry and a heavy sense of responsibility.

Tang Yanning's cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed, but her eyes didn't flinch at all.

She met his gaze and nodded firmly, her voice soft yet unusually resolute: "I've made up my mind. Ye Zi... Actually, I've liked you ever since the first day of high school when you helped me move my books. Haven't you felt it at all these past few years?"

Her eyes were filled with grievance, expectation, and long-suppressed affection.

Ye Fan: "..."

His heart was instantly filled with a huge shock and a sense of absurdity.

First year of high school? Moving books? Back then, all he could think about was studying and figuring out how to skip class and play games with Zhao Mingzhe. The four of them hung out together every day and had long since become best buddies.

Little did he know that the girl who seemed like a "good brother" to him was secretly harboring such deep thoughts.

Looking at the unwavering determination and passion in Tang Yanning's eyes, and at her slightly trembling yet determined shoulders and back, Ye Fan's last trace of hesitation vanished.

He took her slightly cold hand in his, their fingers intertwined, conveying warmth and strength, his voice equally firm: "Okay. Then we won't go back to school tonight."

"Yes!" Tang Yanning's eyes instantly lit up with immense joy and a sense of relief as he nodded heavily.

"I'll book a room," Ye Fan said, taking out his phone with an unquestionable tone.

He understood that by taking this step, he had to take on the corresponding responsibilities.

Tang Yanning blushed and this time didn't insist: "Um... well, I'll go to the restroom."

Her voice trembled slightly with shyness.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Ye Fan watched her walk quickly toward the restroom like a startled little rabbit, took a deep breath, and dialed the front desk of the local Hilton hotel.

A few minutes later, Tang Yanning came out of the restroom, her blush not yet completely gone, but her eyes were bright and sparkling, with a sense of relief and anticipation after burning her bridges.

Ye Fan naturally took her hand; his palm was warm and strong.

The two walked hand in hand through the gradually illuminating lights of the mall towards the black Maybach that was waiting outside.