"I wanted to ask, what are you doing?"
"Me." Luo Ai'ai craned her neck, her tongue numb as she said, "I'm getting tissues."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
The conversation between the two was incredibly simple, yet neither minded where that hand was placed.
Ruan Xiangchen left his hand nonchalantly on her chest, tempted by the extra softness, he could not help but give it a squeeze.
Luo Ai'ai's body trembled slightly, her vivid lips approached his, her warm breath directly graced his face, tickling him.
"Ruan... Ruan Xiangchen, I get it now, you were implying that... that you are good in THAT sense, weren't you?" Luo Ai'ai let out a mischievous giggle, but then she stumbled, and her red lips landed on his.
As the night deepened, it was hard to tell whether it was the bewitching night or their mutual attractiveness that made them lose themselves unknowingly.
The gentle early morning light of late September lacked the blazing heat of the summer, now a comfortable coolness.
