Han Luo felt like she had lost all her strength. She leaned forward while panting.
Mo Yuan saw her body collapse. He caught her and embraced her body. He put his head on her shoulder and breathed in and out.
They didn't know how much time passed. It could be time for their next class but they didn't bother with it.
Han Luo enjoyed the feeling of Mo Yuan's fingers smoothly combing through her hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled his fresh odor. She didn't mind his sweat.
While brushing her hair with his fingers, Mo Yuan regretted not being able to see her expression. He used his free hand to put his index finger on her chin and raise her face. After that, he brushed his lips over her sweaty face.
He felt content after having her in his arms. Last time, she didn't touch him. He wondered why she didn't want to touch him when he asked her. Later, he realized that she was probably too shy to touch him directly.
