Ji Yang: "..."
Ji Yang felt like a child sneaking candy, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
She was asleep, and he was stealing a kiss from her...
Their lips met, but Ji Yang did not make any excessive moves. Instead, he held still... and held still... as if confirming some answers deep within his heart.
An uncontainable thrill from within was crashing through him... as if it was about to burst from his throat.
Ji Yang's thin lips pressed, the answers in his heart... came quickly...
He... had feelings for her...
And quite significant ones too...
...
Xia Xiaochong had a great night's sleep, unaware that Ji Yang had stayed by her bedside for a long time before leaving.
Xia Xiaochong yawned, stretched her back, and touched her lips with her small hands...
In her dreams, she once again dreamt of the kiss with Ji Yang.
It seemed like the feeling of the kiss was still there in the dream.
Oh no...
What a perv.
