"Lu Yan." Song Nuan murmured, calling him.
"Hmm?"
The young girl suddenly turned back and hugged him, not speaking for quite a while.
Lu Yan wondered what was going on, just about to open his mouth to ask.
She spoke first, her voice soft and gentle, "It's really big."
"..."
"What should I do?"
She hugged him tightly, "I'm afraid of the pain."
Song Nuan felt a bit like backing out; she thought she might die from the pain.
Lu Yan was momentarily at a loss for words.
After a long pause, he gently said, "Alright, then we won't do it, just hold me for a while."
His tone was so tender, as if no matter what she asked here, he would agree.
Song Nuan looked at him, blinked, and raised her hand in front of him, "Does this mean we'll use this from now on?"
"That's not possible."
"..."
"You've done great, amazing, and really impressive," Lu Yan complimented her, "but it can be even better, right?"
"What does it mean, do it better?"
