Feelings are unrelated to age; once they occur, they are a lifelong affair. The only difference lies in whether this feeling can go on for a lifetime.
Sheng Yanxiao turned over, closed his eyes lightly, and after a long time, there was finally a bit of movement as the phone beside the pillow suddenly vibrated.
In the pitch-black room, the boy's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at it: [Not yet.]
Sheng Yanxiao looked at the time; it was already past two in the morning. She hasn't slept yet? Did she nap too much in the afternoon, or is she, like him, suffering insomnia?
Sheng Yanxiao pressed his lips together and typed a reply: [Why aren't you asleep yet? Is something on your mind?]
The phone was quiet again for a long time before there was a reply: [I was kissed by someone.]
The fluorescent light from the phone shone on the boy's handsome face, and Sheng Yanxiao's drowsiness instantly vanished. He sat up immediately, holding the phone in both hands, his palms slightly sweaty.
