Meng Yuhuai did not anticipate her sudden move. As she leaned towards him, his feet were rooted to the spot, and before he could retreat, a soft breeze brushed past his face, and he caught a whiff of a light scent, not sweet like flowers and fruits, but rather reminiscent of grass warmed by the winter sun, dry and crisp. Before he could step back, her soft lips lightly touched his face.
Her lips carried a hint of coolness, touching him only briefly before pulling away, fleeting and almost imperceptible, leading him to doubt whether what just happened was merely his imagination. However, the words "Thank you," spoken in a hushed tone, softly floated into his ears, the warm breath teasing his ear and causing uncontrollable goosebumps on the back of his neck.
Even though Meng Yuhuai was normally composed and experienced, he felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly took three large steps backward and stared at Hua Xiaomai, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
