A kiss that was like a fleeting touch.
Gentle as a feather brushing on the heartstrings.
Yan Yichen's tall figure trembled, his deep eyes gazing at the petite woman in front of him.
She... kissed him.
She took the initiative to kiss him!
Even someone as calm and cunning as Yan Yichen felt like a boy experiencing first love, not knowing what to do.
"Good night, see you tomorrow." Jian Yixue said, her face flushed.
Yan Yichen dazedly replied "See you tomorrow," then saw Jian Yixue turn around and bump into... the door.
"Ouch...!" Jian Yixue felt extremely embarrassed, clumsily got up, opened the door, dashed inside, and quickly shut the door, like a little rabbit escaping in panic.
Yan Yichen stood there dumbfounded for who knows how long, before lifting his slender, fair fingers to touch his thin lips, where her touch seemed to linger.
He curved his lips into a smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze, clear and bright.
