Then, tentatively reaching out, he pulled Xia Weiyi into a tight embrace and immediately said, "Weiyi, don't be afraid, I'll just hold you like this, not touching you, okay?"
Xia Weiyi looked up at Ye Che, took his hand, wrapped it around her waist, then puckered up and gave his chin a peck.
Her eyes held a touch of shyness as she gazed at Ye Che for a long time, finally moving her lips to speak, "Ye Che, your birthday is in three days, I want to give you a gift that day, but I don't know if you'll like it... if you don't like it..."
"Shh..." Before Xia Weiyi could finish, Ye Che covered her lips with his hand, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his tone filled with a light sigh, "Silly girl, whatever you give me, come rain or shine, will be the most precious..."
This wasn't the first time Ye Che had whispered sweet nothings to her, yet each time, Xia Weiyi felt a different kind of emotion stirring in her heart.
