"Don't..."
"Don't what?" His movement paused, with a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes.
Cheng Weiyue bit her teeth, stuttered for quite a while, and finally managed to string her thoughts together coherently, "Don't... kiss me."
Zhou Jingwei then really let her go, saying that he'd stop kissing.
The night was quiet, and one could hear the faint sound of the wind outside.
In such a tranquil night, Cheng Weiyue's mind gradually became calm.
Suddenly, she heard Zhou Jingwei ask, "Yueyue, when did you start liking me?"
Cheng Weiyue was stunned, pondered seriously for a long while, and then said, "I don't know exactly when I began to like you. By the time I realized it, it probably was that time in Xuancheng, when you braved the storm to rescue me."
"Zhou Jingwei, do you know? No one ever, no one has ever appeared like you, every time I am down and upset," she said with utmost sincerity.
