Leng Youchen looked at the figure in panic, removed the document from his face, propped his chin with one hand, and reminded her, "Don't forget to pick the stars for me."
The teasing lilt of his voice caused Wei Anning to stagger, nearly tumbling out the door.
She turned back, glared at him fiercely, and meeting his smiling eyes, her heart fluttered. Daring not to linger, she dashed out and slammed the door shut.
Wei Anning ran back to her room and sneezed loudly. She rubbed her nose and then realized, the hand she was using to rub her nose was the same one that had touched Leng Youchen. She quickly wiped it on her clothes, her cheeks flushing red.
She gave herself a mental kick, Wei Anning, what are you thinking, aren't you embarrassed?
Sitting down by the sofa, she suddenly felt lost. She had talked big, but how was she going to bring down the stars to give to him?
