Shen Yuan rolled over, burying his face in the covers that still smelled of sunshine, and let out a muffled growl.
"Shen Yuan, you're a moron."
That moment in the hallway was playing on a loop in his mind.
Li Zhi's face was flushed red, her bright, stubborn eyes looking at him…
So close, their breaths were practically mingling.
That look in her eyes, the vulnerable dependence beneath her feigned composure…
And the way she buried her head back in after speaking…
The more Shen Yuan thought about it, the more his chest tingled with a nagging feeling.
'Why did I just nuzzle the top of her head?!'
'And more importantly, why was I so well-behaved and held back? I didn't even dare to ask!'
Shen Yuan thumped his head on the covers. There was no real force behind it; it was purely to vent his frustration.
'What if?'
'What if I had looked at her with *that* kind of gaze and softly asked, "Then… can I… have a kiss?"'
'Or said in an even softer voice, "Just a little kiss… okay?"'
