"I can't bear to let you go." Pei Yicheng tightened his grip and pulled her into his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, his warm breath showering down on her neck, scorching, blazing hot.
Xu Nianhua stiffened her body, daring not to move; she was enveloped by Pei Yicheng's breath. Although she disliked alcohol, the scent of liquor on him wasn't repulsive but rather made her, who hadn't drunk a drop, feel intoxicated.
Her head swam hazily, and she didn't even know where she was anymore.
"Nianhua, if only I could shrink you down." Pei Yicheng's murmuring words rose to her ear.
Xu Nianhua laughed softly, replying, "I'm not Sun Wukong; how could I shrink?"
"Wait for me."
Suddenly, Pei Yicheng said.
Xu Nianhua looked puzzled, asking, "Wait for you for what?"
But Pei Yicheng didn't speak again.
After a long wait, Xu Nianhua whispered, "Cheng-ge?"
"..."
"Yicheng?"
"..."
"Pei Yicheng!"
