Luo Ziling didn't make any more moves, which surprised Yang Qingyin, but she soon understood that this young man was inexperienced.
A feeling of tenderness couldn't help but well up in her heart.
In that incredibly wonderful moment, Luo Ziling felt as if time had stopped, and everything around him ceased to exist.
After a long while, Yang Qingyin finally moved, and Luo Ziling naturally moved his head away from resting on her hair.
"Junior, are you tired?" Yang Qingyin asked softly, "Let me down, and let's find a place to sit!"
"All the spots are taken," Luo Ziling looked around and saw that every possible seating place was occupied.
But eventually, he still stood up and let Yang Qingyin down.
"Shall we sit up in the tree?" He came up with another good idea.
"Ah?!" Still not fully awake, Yang Qingyin was startled by Luo Ziling's suggestion and couldn't help but freeze. "I can't climb trees."
