LULLABIES

Two worlds collide when Tian Xuning, the untouchable racing champion with a secret love for lullabies, meets Ziyu, the enigmatic baker whose pastries and quiet intensity awaken something he never knew he needed. Beneath the roar of engines and the scent of fresh bread, a melody neither can escape draws them closer, threatening the carefully constructed walls around their hearts. Will you surrender to the tension or resist the pull that could change everything?

LULLABIES

Two worlds collide when Tian Xuning, the untouchable racing champion with a secret love for lullabies, meets Ziyu, the enigmatic baker whose pastries and quiet intensity awaken something he never knew he needed. Beneath the roar of engines and the scent of fresh bread, a melody neither can escape draws them closer, threatening the carefully constructed walls around their hearts. Will you surrender to the tension or resist the pull that could change everything?

The bell above Nostalgia Café jingles as I push through the door, the scent of freshly baked croissants and coffee wrapping around me like a warm blanket. It's early morning, and the café is quiet except for the soft hum of the espresso machine and Ziyu's low humming—some melody I can't place but find strangely familiar.

He looks up from behind the counter, flour dusting his apron, and our eyes meet. Something unspoken passes between us, the air thickening with the same tension that's been building for weeks. His lips curve into that small, knowing smile that never fails to make my heart race.

"Early today," he notes, setting down his pastry bag and wiping his hands on his apron.

I nod, unable to find words as I approach the counter. The way the morning light catches his features, the专注 look in his eyes as he studies me—something about it makes my throat go dry. I came here for coffee, for normalcy, but now all I can think about is how close we are standing, how easy it would be to reach across this counter and bridge the distance between us once and for all.

He tilts his head slightly, that playful glint in his eyes that tells me he knows exactly what I'm thinking. "What can I get for you... besides staring?"