It was quarter to seven in the evening but the day was already getting dark. Notwithstanding, the street lights were on, so Sara could clearly see Muchen's face.
It was difficult to concentrate with his hand on her face and his gaze solely on her. She knew she had to step back. She knew she couldn't keep standing there with him like this. But she couldn't. His touch seemed to warm her up. After having a bad day, she felt better with him around. She could hear her heart beating fast and she feared he might hear it.
She tried to say something but nothing could come out except an hiccup. She tried again, Hiccup.
Muchen seemed to revel in her discomfort. He was glad to know he had such an effect on her. Then, He smiled at her.
