XI Ming's eyes widened in both shock and surprise. He stared at Xi Xing, who had his eyes closed while kissing him, his gaze full of disbelief. He can't believe Xi Xing would like him, and even kiss him! Is he dreaming? This is a dream, right? Xi Xing's lips, like in his dream, are soft. And Xi Ming felt they tasted sweet.
Xi Xing liking him is just his fantasy. Is Xi Xing kissing him? It's just his delusion! Yet, now, no matter how Xi Ming thinks what is currently happening is a dream, Xi Xing's lips on his lips are a reality. And his eyes watered in happiness.
Xi Xing's eyelids trembled when he didn't feel Xi Ming respond. He felt his heart ached. This is it. He thought, feeling his heart sinking. He pulled his feet down to withdraw. But, just as his lips were about to leave Xi Ming's lips, he felt a pair of strong but gentle arms wrap around his waist, pulling him up. Then, he felt something very familiar to him pressed against his lips.
