"Just..." Chongchong bravely lifted her face, her big eyes staring at him, "just now... when we were dancing."
Their lips brushed lightly, it couldn't be called a kiss, but she could feel that he was very emotional at that moment.
Maybe he doesn't have no feelings for her...
Staring at Andre, Chongchong nervously awaited his answer.
"I..." Andre cleared his throat, "I... I..."
The man who could deliver a passionate speech as if reciting a script was now seemingly tongue-tied, the words swirling at the tip of his tongue, yet unable to come out.
The bold action just now was merely an involuntary impulse, and now with the lights back on, facing her bright eyes, his mood was as tense as ever.
Biting his lip, Andre took a deep breath and slowly reached his right arm over, extending his hand towards hers, which was gently playing with a straw on the table.
The not-so-large table felt like a chasm.
Finally, he touched her, his fingertips lightly brushing hers.
