"This is pain mixed with joy." Chu Xianling turned her head slightly and gave Song Xiaodong a sweet smile, reaching out gently to entwine her arm around his.
Song Xiaodong turned his head to look at Chu Xianling, who met his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"
With a toothy smile, Song Xiaodong replied, "Is this the first time you've held my arm like this outside of practicing Kung Fu? It still feels quite comfortable."
Chu Xianling said, "Who said not? Seems like during events, I've held you like this too."
Song Xiaodong said, "Seems like it, but it's not the same as when we practice Kung Fu."
"During practice, the contact is more intense, isn't it? You seem to enjoy it more then." Chu Xianling's eyes glimmered with a faint smile.
"It's not the same. Even though during practice, our contact is more intense and intimate, it's for the sake of Kung Fu, making me feel like you aren't genuinely wanting to be close to me from your heart."
"What about now?"
"Now, it's different."
