Tang Wutong lay in Huo Yuhao's embrace, quietly feeling his fervent heartbeat. The two of them held each other like this, under the bright moonlight, casting two long shadows.
After a long while, Tang Wutong gently pushed Huo Yuhao away and stood up straight from his arms.
Huo Yuhao looked down at Tang Wutong, and her gaze somehow caused his heart to race a little. His gaze was so intense, it seemed like it could melt gold.
"Yuhao."
"Hmm." Huo Yuhao's hands were still around her waist, not relaxed in the slightest. He was afraid that if he let go, she would immediately leave him.
Tang Wutong said softly, "Can you give me some time?"
Huo Yuhao was slightly startled, "Dong'er, what's wrong?"
Tang Wutong shook her head gently, "I've said it before, I am Tang Wutong, not Wang Dong'er. Really, I am Tang Wutong."
