Ling Xiaoxie pulled another napkin for her, watching her finish coughing from across the table. He reached out his hand, one supporting her face while the other wiped the porridge off her lips.
Then, he looked at her seriously.
"What I really wanted to say is..."
"It was just a kiss, no big deal!" Memoria Campbell forced herself to stay calm, though her face was already redder than the washed apples on the table. "What era is this? You still mind about this... It's okay, we'll still be good brothers... no, good mentor and student..."
As she paused for breath, Ling Xiaoxie interrupted.
"Your face is very red."
"Ah... really?" Memoria touched her face, "It's because it's so... so hot. This summer, really, it's not even midsummer yet and it's already so hot in the morning..."
She reached out to tug at the collar of her T-shirt.
"So hot, so hot... why is it so hot... really hot..."
