Zhang Xiaowei stood rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond.
"Xiaowei, I won't pester you to marry me," she said.
Qin Yuru suddenly lunged forward and hugged Zhang Xiaowei tightly.
In a moment, her tears soaked through Zhang Xiaowei's short sleeves.
Zhang Xiaowei, who already had a fondness for Qin Yuru, instinctively wrapped his arms around her.
Though he offered no verbal response, Qin Yuru knew his actions were her answer.
Immediately, she looked up at him intently for a long time before closing her beautiful eyes.
Zhang Xiaowei wasn't a greenhorn; he knew Qin Yuru was asking for a kiss.
Right away, he bent his head and lightly expressed his feelings with a touch as brief as a dragonfly skimming the water.
Qin Yuru, not receiving the passionate response she expected, raised her head in surprise, looking pitifully at Zhang Xiaowei.
Her eyes, as gentle as water, seemed to melt him.
"Xiaowei, you..."
