"Ah! Orange!" she exclaimed softly, hurriedly squatting down, her hand just about to scoop up her cat.
Tang Song squatted down simultaneously, his movements faster than hers, and steadily picked up the ball of orange fur.
Zhang Yan's hand accidentally covered the back of his hand.
A warm, firm touch transmitted through, and her cheeks suddenly flushed red like they were about to explode, withdrawing her hand as if electrocuted.
She whispered, "Sorry..."
Tang Song shook his head, his gaze not leaving her, his voice clear and gentle, "I really like Orange, let me hold it, okay?"
Zhang Yiyan had completely lost her ability to think at this moment, only able to stammer back, "Okay, okay, oh."
Lulu and Li Chao watched the ambiguous scene before them, exchanged a glance, and wisely chose not to speak further.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway.
The four of them began to climb the stairs together.
