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Due to his somewhat childish nature, Nan Yan always seemed to have a more youthful air compared to his peers.

Jiang Yan could only nod dazedly, first to reassure him, then to confront the system and demand answers: "If there's no mission in this world, what's the point of me being here?"

The system stammered in response: "This... this is a test!"

Having discovered that the system couldn't really do anything to her, Jiang Yan had become fearless, and her attitude towards the system grew increasingly dismissive: "How's the test going? Is it over yet? I want a vacation. Hurry up and turn me back into an adult!"

The system, restrained for some unknown reason, was angry but dared not speak out. It could only weakly reply: "Soon."

How soon was "soon"? Jiang Yan had no idea.

But Nan Yan's smile was almost reaching the sky. He had already prepared a candlelit dinner.

The candles on the Roman column candlesticks burned with a warm light, the slowly melting wax exuding a sense of happiness. Even the red rose petals on the tablecloth set the mood for love's arrival.

Nan Yan's culinary skills were quite limited, with most of his repertoire consisting of semi-prepared dishes. So, he wisely made a reservation at a nearby private kitchen.

A succulent, perfectly seared steak; tangy and sweet tomato shrimp pasta; and delicious, fluffy bacon-wrapped mashed potato rolls were served one by one.

Jiang Yan sat in her new pink plate, idly stirring with her spoon, watching as Nan Yan brought out a bottle of red wine.

The dim candlelight added a hint of hazy tenderness to his face. He found a corkscrew and, noticing Jiang Yan watching him, flashed a smile.

The corkscrew pierced the center of the cork, his slender hand rotating it, then gently pulling. The cork came out with a soft pop, releasing the mellow aroma of the wine.

They had shared countless meals together before. But this time felt different, though Jiang Yan couldn't quite put her finger on why. She just noticed that Nan Yan kept smiling at her.

As the gourmet feast turned into leftovers, Nan Yan leaned against the sofa, slightly tipsy. The red wine wasn't particularly strong; he was just drunk on happiness.

When it was time for bed, Nan Yan started acting up. He insisted on sleeping with Jiang Yan, of course, meaning he wanted her to sleep in his bed.

"If you roll over, you'll crush me to death," Jiang Yan was genuinely concerned for her safety.

But Nan Yan wouldn't listen. Even after Jiang Yan had already settled into her little bed, he went over, scooped her up, and placed her on his bed. He then pulled the covers up to her chin, looking pitifully upset.

Jiang Yan strongly suspected he was drunk, but decided not to argue.

The carefree Jiang Yan quickly fell asleep, figuring that even if she got squashed, she probably wouldn't die. However, Nan Yan, who appeared drunk, remained wide awake. He lay on his side facing Jiang Yan, his hand hovering protectively over her, carefully maintaining his distance and not moving an inch.

...

Though Nan Yan went to bed late, his biological clock was already set. At 6:30 AM, his consciousness slowly stirred.

There was no work today, so he was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep when he suddenly felt something pressing on him.

An almost instinctive surge of panic exploded within him. Nan Yan abruptly threw off the covers, his heart nearly stopping — he was being held by an arm.

His first impulse was to reject this closeness, but when he looked to the side, he discovered that this person was a grown-up version of the little fairy!

The exact same features, the exact same expression...

Nan Yan sat up in a daze, leaning over to examine her closely, trying to confirm her identity.