Che Huan had not yet recovered her wits when he had already flipped back the covers over her and bent down to kiss her forehead, "Good night."
Che Huan's eyes deepened a shade as she looked at the person close at hand, reached out to hook his neck, blushed as she leaned in, and her red lips pressed against his thin ones, her voice as light as a feather, "Good night."
Huo Jinnan stared at Che Huan.
Che Huan's face turned burning hot, and she grabbed the blanket to cover her face with both hands.
Huo Jinnan looked at her fingers pinching the blanket and covered them with his large hand, gently squeezing before he stood upright, "I'm leaving now."
Che Huan mumbled a vague "Hmm," and soon after hearing the door close, she lifted the blanket, finding the room completely dark.
Looking in the direction of the door for quite a while, she gently rubbed her cheeks.
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