Xie Youchen had come over after finishing a meeting. His black military uniform was crisp and neat, giving him a solemn, cold, and unapproachable air, but when he indulged Jiang Qingli's childish request to be spun around, he showed a perfectly natural tenderness.
After a few spins, Jiang Qingli landed steadily on her feet.
Xie Youchen raised his hand and naturally tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Want to play some more?"
"I'm done." Jiang Qingli was afraid someone might pass by, but she didn't let go right away.
Xie Youchen had been too busy recently, so they hadn't spent much time together. 'I want to hug him a little longer,' she thought.
Jiang Qingli leaned her full weight against him. Remembering the phone call from earlier in the day, she looked up and asked, "Was there something you wanted to tell me on the phone?"
"Mhm."
Xie Youchen didn't deny it. He kept his arms around her, his nose gently brushing against her earlobe.
