Then, Zhan Xiche tiptoed, and the distance between their faces suddenly shortened.
It was so close that they could feel each other's breath; their noses nearly touched, and even their lips were just a hair's breadth away from meeting.
Ning Chenguang's heart sank; before he could think more, he was gently pushed away by Zhan Xiche.
"Thank you!" she said, as she straightened up, moving her ankle back and forth, "Luckily, the problem isn't too serious, I can still walk."
"Then I won't see you off." Ning Chenguang said.
"Alright. See you." Zhan Xiche smiled faintly as if the intimate moment earlier had never happened.
Zhan Xiche's shadow faded away, leaving Ning Chenguang standing alone under the streetlamp.
He glanced at the time on his wrist; it was already so late and Yueyue hadn't returned yet. He wondered if the girl had encountered any trouble.
