Liang Yuan whispered, "Can I still not get into my own house? I mainly wanted to apologize to you; did I scare you?"
Song Wen shook her head, "It's okay."
While they were talking, Liang Yuan had already sat on the hardwood floor next to their bed.
He whispered, "My feelings for you, you probably understood that last time at the waterfall, right?"
Song Wen's face instantly turned red with shyness, and she hurriedly said, "Brother Liang, why... why are you saying this? Yanyan is still here."
Liang Yuan whispered, "I'm just here to say sorry. That time I promised to come find you in the evening, and I stood you up."
Song Wen didn't say anything, her face was red as if it could drip blood.
Liang Yuan reached into the bedding, wanting to hold her hand and say some sweet words.
But when he touched, he felt the smooth, delicate bend of her leg.
Song Wen instantly shivered all over, instinctively closed her legs tightly, and trapped his hand.
