Lin Wanwan's cheeks warmed with embarrassment, wondering why he was being so mushy now: "I'm ignoring you, I'm going to sleep."
As she spoke, she climbed up from the beanbag chair, only to be pulled back into Xiao Chong's embrace with a surprising force.
Lin Wanwan fell onto him, into the broad and firm chest of an eighteen-year-old young man.
In that instant, Lin Wanwan could hear both of their heartbeats, and she felt a wave of nervousness.
But Xiao Chong was casual and natural: "Wanwan, we haven't taken a selfie together."
All their photos together so far had been taken by others.
Lin Wanwan swallowed and forced herself to stay calm: "Then let's take one."
So Xiao Chong took out his phone, stretched out his arm, took two photos, and without editing them, set one directly as his home screen background.
Lin Wanwan looked at the unfiltered photo of them on his phone screen and complained: "At least give it a bit of editing if you're not using a beauty camera."
