At the corner of the staircase, the boy's steps, while climbing, just came to a halt, and then, he slowly lifted his head.
In the lingering darkness of the night, the girl standing at the end of the stairs shone brightly as she quietly gazed back at him.
The night breeze was cool.
But Pei Yan's heart surged with scalding heat.
He looked into her eyes, dark and deep, carrying a warmth hotter than the summer sun, pushing her heartbeat to its zenith.
Jiang Shuyao's eyes darted away in panic, gripping her cellphone tightly, pretending to be calm as she descended the steps.
She came to him, her voice soft, "I forgot my phone in the classroom and only just retrieved it."
The girl spoke without looking at him, but the boy's breath was very, very close to her.
Unconsciously, Pei Yan reached out his long arm and pulled her fiercely into his embrace.
Jiang Shuyao's tender body stiffened slightly, not out of resistance, but out of nervousness.
