Yan Xiuchen knew he had it bad for her. After that sudden kiss they shared earlier, he couldn't get the memory out of his mind. Once Elder Meng left, he lifted his hand and traced his lower lip gently and blushed profusely. He then lowered his head and wondered if all that happened was nothing but a figment of his imagination.
Xiao Rufeng had kissed him! Kissed someone like him?! What was she even thinking?
He strode towards his room, down the dark hallways he was familiar with. Yan Xiuchen wasn't sure what made Xiao Rufeng kiss him, and wondered if she would regret it once she realized the seriousness of what she had done.
Yan Xiuchen stared at the empty gray walls of his bedroom. There wasn't much to see in his room except for a huge, immaculate bed at the center, a night stand and a window that allowed the moonlight to lit up the place and a door to the adjoining room that contained his private bathroom and walk in closet.
