Han Yiwei rarely speaks so gently to comfort someone. Tangtang felt a bit unaccustomed and then blushed as she said, "I'm not a child; I don't need you to soothe me like this."
Seeing Tangtang's awkward demeanor, Han Yiwei couldn't help but break into a knowing smile. That red little face, so tender, made him feel tempted to take a bite.
Han Yiwei's gaze was intense, and just as Tangtang leaned closer to him to accept the gift, Han Yiwei swiftly gave her cheek a quick, light kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
Tangtang was startled—her face turned red as if it was a boiled shrimp. She stared directly at Han Yiwei, then hurriedly glanced around before glaring at him in embarrassment and fury.
Han Yiwei's face also turned a bit red. However, this guy was always especially good at acting unfazed. After clearing his throat, he said, "Uh, I... I just miss you too much."
