Xia Yinian didn't know what was going on in her heart, she just felt very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe.
Gu Beicheng put down the red wine and held her small hand once more.
He leaned in, resting his head near her ear.
"Don't you still have Grandpa? Have you thought of any good methods these past two days?"
Actually, he wanted to say, "Don't you still have me?" but he didn't know if she would like to hear that.
Speaking of Grandpa, Xia Yinian seemed to look a bit better.
She immediately turned her head to look at the man beside her.
Unexpectedly, they were so close that their thin lips were almost touching.
"Nian Nian, why are you sitting here?" Xia Chuxue's voice came from far to near.
The spot Xia Yinian chose was already somewhat dimly lit.
From the perspective of the approaching person, their action just now seemed like a kiss.
