After saying that, Oscar suddenly grabbed Ning Rongrong's little hand and brought it to his face, giving it a firm kiss before he turned around, his face alight with excitement, and dashed off. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.
Not speaking is the same as consenting? Ning Rongrong stood there dumbfounded, watching Oscar's retreating figure, feeling the residual warmth on the back of her hand that belonged to him. For a moment, she couldn't help but feel infatuated. She knew she indeed had a place for him in her heart, but for various reasons, it was not a stable one. Seeing how overjoyed Oscar was when he left, Ning Rongrong's heart began to melt. That burning sensation was something she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
