"Xinxin..." Gu Qingheng hadn't heard Yang Ruxin's response and couldn't help but tug her hand a bit harder.
Yang Ruxin was already daydreaming, and with that tug, she involuntarily leaned forward, and then... as luck would have it, at that moment, Gu Qingheng happened to slightly raise his head in her direction, and then... their lips coincidentally brushed against each other...
With a bang, it wasn't just Yang Ruxin whose mind exploded like fireworks, even Gu Qingheng was stunned.
So there they were, both frozen in place, one standing with a bent waist, and the other sitting with a lifted head, their lips against one another's, neither moving, as if time had stopped.
