Qin Yin stood still, feeling suddenly heavy-hearted. If, if she hadn't seen him scrambling down from Qin Han's bed anxiously, could they possibly pretend that nothing had happened?
Could they still be as close as they were?
As Qin Yin was about to touch his back, she jerked backwards as if remembering something abruptly.
She nearly tripped over forgetting that her shoe was still stuck.
Jun Nian rushed to hold her.
And Qin Yin stumbled into his embrace.
With the fresh scent from her body lingering, he inhaled deeply. Although it didn't smell like old times, he craved it even more.
He held Qin Yin tightly in his arms, his hoarse voice whispering, "Yinyin, I, I miss you a lot!"
With this sudden embrace, Qin Yin was taken aback, the strong scent of cologne again filled her nostrils.
She was suddenly reminded of the scent of Nan Sichen, their cuddling every night, and all his kindness towards her that she remembered vividly.
