"Smooch~"
Yet the next moment, Sakuragi Hitomi mustered her courage, took the initiative to lean forward, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
A faint warmth and softness, like a mirage of heat appearing amidst the cold, made Yan Huan slightly startled.
Immediately after, Sakuragi Hitomi held Yan Huan tightly, trembling as she said,
"You see, President, now I... won't faint anymore... it was just... just a bad state before!"
"..."
Listening to the explanation that felt like an excuse of "bad hand feel", Yan Huan couldn't help but be rendered speechless with laughter,
"Really?"
"Mm..."
"President, at the high table banquet when you were dancing with me... do you know what I was thinking?"
At this moment, Yan Huan, like a blind man with progressive freezing disease who could only see Ye Shiyu, could only talk to Sakuragi Hitomi through sound,
"Thinking about what?"
