"What are you hiding from?"
"I'm not, not hiding." Fu Ying's voice was very small, slightly trembling.
"Look at me."
Fu Ying's eyes darted about, then tentatively she let her gaze fall on his face.
Only then did Fu Ying notice that the man's look at her was a bit intense, causing her to slowly hold her breath.
Beneath the moonlight, under the dim yellow streetlight, the man pinched her chin and leaned in to kiss her gently.
Fu Ying's breathing slowed down, her body began to tense up, and her fingers clutched tightly onto the man's white shirt, very forcefully, knuckles turning white.
There was a dog barking in the distance, and Fu Ying suddenly woke up, pressing her hand against him: "Stop."
"Scared?"
Fu Ying nodded.
"Just now you dived into my arms, I thought you weren't scared anymore," the man's tone was tinged with mockery.
Fu Ying pursed her lips.
