"What are you preparing for?" He Qingyan glanced at her right arm.
Gu Ran placed his hand on it.
He saw her skin tighten, smooth as silk satin, offering a pleasantly slick sensation and a translucent silk quality.
She trembled slightly but continuously.
In the light of the campfire, her eyes sparkled with a crystalline and warm luster.
The silk-like softness subsided, and she half-closed her eyes, saying nothing, as if intoxicated.
He Qingyan's body softened, and she gently leaned on Gu Ran's shoulder.
Gu Ran made a dodging gesture, but did not actually move away. This was also a kind of service, providing physical comfort first, then emotional solace later.
He had thought He Qingyan would make a harsh and insightful conclusion, but instead, she started talking about something completely unrelated.
"Look, there's a shooting star," she said.
Gu Ran looked up.
A couple of stars pierced into the Milky Way, carving into the darkness with their tails of light.
