A soft touch landed on his face, and Chen Zhengnian froze.
He slowly looked up, right into Wang Xinxin's shy yet sparkling eyes.
The soft sensation lingered on his cheek, feeling like an electric current that shot through his skin and into his heart, setting it into a tumultuous rhythm.
'She was so bold... She actually kissed me...'
"You..."
Chen Zhengnian's Adam's apple bobbed. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Wang Xinxin pursed her lips, her cheeks as red as ripe apples. Her earlier courage seemed to have been completely spent, and she turned to run back into the courtyard.
But Chen Zhengnian caught her wrist. His palm was warm, his grip gentle yet firm, leaving no room for her to pull away.
"Xinxin."
His voice trembled slightly. "Does this mean... you're willing?"
Wang Xinxin didn't turn around, but she hummed a soft assent. The sound, almost inaudible, found its way to Chen Zhengnian's ears.
