Yan Shixiu pinched her face and finally smiled, saying, "I'm scared, scared that I can't hold on to you, afraid that you prefer freedom."
Shi Lan also calmed down and said, "I do like freedom, but adding you into it, why not?"
This time, Yan Shixiu's kiss did not land on Shi Lan's forehead but on her lips.
Shi Lan's body trembled slightly, although it was the same person, the same touch, the feeling was completely different from before.
After the kiss, their noses touching, Yan Shixiu whispered, "It's my fault for not doing enough."
"No need," Shi Lan sighed, "Just be yourself, that's good enough."
The two were like middle-schoolers experiencing love for the first time, clearly caring yet fearing to lose each other.
Even a small touch could ignite the flame within their hearts, so they just held each other quietly, neither wanting to let go until their limbs grew stiff.
