Only you in my love

The four of them showed up at the amusement park looking like a happy family of four. No one bothered to deny it. Instead, they went and enjoyed themselves, running around and teasing each other without a care in the world.

It's long been known that children have an unlimited supply of energy, and Van and Don proved this to be true. At some point, Michelle found herself gasping for breath, too tired to keep up with the kids. Waving her hand in defeat, she cried, "My legs are so sore, I'll just sit and watch you guys play."

Don tried tugging the hemline of her shirt. "Aunt Michelle, we're going to the dodgems now. It's not tiring there!"

"I want to rest for a while. Don't worry, I won't go anywhere. I can watch you guys from right here." Michelle slumped into a nearby bench.

Leon crouched down in front of her, and gently squeezed her calf. "Does it hurt here?"

"Yes." Michelle winced in pain. "Leon, I'm fine. Take Van and Don to the dodgems. I'll take photos of you from outside."

"Uncle Leon, stay here with Aunt Michelle," Van said wisely. "I'll go with Don to the dodgems."

While there were many luxury cars at the two kids' disposal at North Yard, the two always liked to go on the dodgems in the amusement park.

Leon nodded in agreement. He figured Van's idea was feasible, and the two children were bright for their ages.

But they still needed an adult to buy them tickets.

Sitting on the bench, Michelle watched Leon go buy the tickets with the children, one child's hand in either of his. This scene made her imagine her future with him-in a sunny afternoon like this, she sat there, basking in the sun, watching as her husband played with their children.

Just thinking about it, she felt that a future with him was really possible.

"Michelle?" A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Michelle snapped out of her daydream and met a pair of questioning, deep blue eyes.

"Peter?"

"Oh! It's really you, Michelle!" Peter beamed and hurried over to her, arms outstretched to wrap her in a bear hug.

Michelle stood up and smiled, ready to receive him. "Peter!"

Just as the two of them were about to collide, Michelle suddenly jerked to a halt and felt her feet being lifted off the ground. Stunned, it took her a while to realize someone had grabbed her by the collar and was holding her in midair, like a cat being held by the scruff of its neck. She started kicking her feet, struggling against her captor. When she looked up to curse the person holding her and saw that her captor was none other than Leon, her mouth snapped shut.

With a gloomy face, Leon gently put Michelle down behind him and then turned to face Peter with a forced smile.

Evidently, he was very possessive.

Peter's outstretched arms awkwardly dropped to his sides. "Hi, are you Michelle's boyfriend?"

He was able to speak Chinese really well. In addition, he was quite a friendly fellow, smiling brightly at Leon despite what had just happened.

In fact, there was a certain warmth to his tone, which made Leon relax his guard.

"Yes, I am," Leon said with a hint of pride. "Nice to meet you."

Peter then glanced over Leon's shoulder and asked Michelle, "Is this the guy?"

Michelle nodded enthusiastically, suppressing her giggles.

"Wow, that's fantastic!" Peter reached out to shake hands with Leon. "I was Michelle's classmate, Peter. Congratulations, you're a lucky guy!"

"Thank you," Leon said sincerely. He especially liked it whenever people wished them happiness. Judging from Peter's behavior with Michelle just now, it was obvious he'd heard about him. He cast a furtive glance at Michelle, waiting for her to introduce them properly. Michelle quickly caught. Flustered, she hurried to Leon's side and explained to Leon her story with Peter.

Peter and Michelle were classmates when she was studying abroad. Actually, he had saved her life. But she just told Leon that Peter had helped her before.

Smiling, Peter didn't offer any more information, either, and Leon didn't ask any questions. Instead, he excused himself and trotted off to put Van and Don in their respective bumper cars, making sure their seat belts were fastened securely.

"Your boyfriend is really handsome. Plus, he seems to be a gentleman. But why did you tell him what happened?" Peter asked when Leon was safely out of earshot.

"The past is the past, and I'm safe and sound now." Michelle giggled. "Anyway, thank you so much, Peter, for saving me that day. Otherwise, I might not be here today."

"You're most welcome." Peter bowed like a nobleman. "Do you want some water? I actually came over here to buy a bottle, but then I happened to see you. What a coincidence!" "What brings you to Lexingport City, anyway?" Michelle asked.

"I'm traveling," he said, his eyes sparkling. "Do you still drink orange soda?"

"Yes, I do, thanks." Since the two of them were such good friends, Michelle didn't refuse him.

Peter handed her the bottle of orange soda. The two sat down on the bench and sipped from their drinks. "You like strawberries, but you only drink orange soda. Why's that?"

Michelle took another sip, taking in the playful scenery of the amusement park before her.

"Leon once took me to this amusement park and bought me orange soda." She had always figured the reason why he gave her orange soda was that he himself was quite fond of the drink. Fortunately, Michelle found that she, too, liked its taste. As Leon was heading back, he happened to overhear what Michelle said.

He hurried over to the nearest stall, asking for strawberry soda. However, it was sold out, just like three years prior.

But, unlike three years ago, he didn't give up.

He just went to another stall.

And another. And another. He kept bounding from stall to stall until he made it to the last one in the entire park. There, he finally got his hands on a bottle of strawberry soda. He triumphantly ran back to the bench where Michelle was sitting. Apparently, in his strawberry soda search, Peter had left in his absence.

Standing beside the fence, Michelle held up her phone and videoed Van and Don zooming around. She took turns between cheering them on and shouting at them to be careful.

She worried for them as though they were her own children.

Perhaps, she was even more worried than the children's biological mother.

With a faint smile, Leon caught up to her and took out the drink from his pocket, handing it to her. "The truth is, I bought orange soda for you because there was no strawberry soda. But look, I was able to find one this time!"

The bottle was made of clear glass, revealing the bright pink bubbly beverage within. Michelle held it in her hands, and surprisingly, it was warm to the touch.

She sighed. "It's warm, Leon. Your hands must be as warm as your body!"

As soon as she finished speaking, passers-by looked at her strangely, and someone even chuckled.

Young girls nowadays were so straightforward.

Only then did Michelle realize what she had just said, and she quickly covered her mouth.

Leon chuckled and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. "Michelle, remember that last time I got you orange soda? You said you liked my hands. Now, I want to ask, which do you prefer-my hands or my body?" His hot breath tickled her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. "Both..."

"You can only choose one," Leon said softly, blowing into her ear. His breath came out in white steam, enshrouding Michelle's face like a cloud enveloping the moon.

Michelle lowered her head shyly, saying nothing.

She couldn't choose. She liked both his hands and his body.

Seeing she was too timid to answer, he reached up and ruffled her hair playfully. "Okay, fine. I'll stop teasing you."

Glancing up at the main attraction of the amusement park, he asked, "Michelle, will you ride the Ferris wheel with me tonight?"

Last time he asked, Michelle said the Ferris wheel was too romantic and she'd only ever ride it with her boyfriend.

Things were different now. She would definitely ride with him, and they would kiss each other.00000