"Yingying, I'm fine."
"Press it, it'll get better quickly."
"Tired."
"Not tired."
"Yingying..."
"What's up now?"
"Embarrassed." Shen Mosheng's face flushed with embarrassment as he subtly reminded her.
Han Yingying was startled, and then looked at her own hand, immediately blushing as well.
Well, the location was a bit risqué.
She quickly withdrew her hand, sat up straight, and looked nowhere else.
The two of them sat in silence, neither speaking, and the atmosphere grew somewhat delicate.
It wasn't until Han Yingying's phone started to ring, with a barrage of celebratory videos and messages from friends, that her attention was diverted and the atmosphere finally lightened.
As the numbness in his leg subsided, Shen Mosheng stood up, went to the kitchen, cut some fruit, and put it in front of her.
Then back to the computer, he continued working.
The two nested in the sofa, each minding their own business, not saying a word, yet feeling not the slightest bit awkward.
