"Little brother, may I lean on your shoulder for a while?" Meng Shuya softly asked Ye Long.
Ye Long nodded and replied, "Shuya, my shoulder is prepared just for you, lean however you like!"
"Little brother, you're so kind!" Meng Shuya softly said.
"Ahem, every woman who has been in contact with me says the same thing!" Ye Long said with a smile.
"Little brother, can you hold me? I'm cold," Meng Shuya said while leaning on Ye Long's shoulder.
"Alright, I'll hold you!" said Ye Long, and then he wrapped his arm around Meng Shuya's shoulder.
And thus Meng Shuya quietly leaned on Ye Long's shoulder!
About ten minutes passed, and during these ten minutes neither of them spoke. At this point, Meng Shuya began to softly weep.
"Uh... damn it!"
When Ye Long heard Meng Shuya's quiet sobbing, his heart felt incredibly tight. He always found it unbearable to hear girls cry; the sound of a woman's tears would choke him up.
"Shuya, what's wrong?" Ye Long asked as he looked at Meng Shuya.
