"Thump, thump, thump——"
His heart was pounding like a heavy drum, and his cheeks were so red they seemed to be steaming.
Tang Song felt the soft and slender hand in his, turned to look at Zhang Yan, and for the first time, seriously examined her in the sunlight.
His deskmate from junior high, perhaps because her mother was from the south, had skin that was creamy and smooth like a delicate ink painting.
Her eyes were classic almond-shaped, with slightly drooping corners, and her long eyelashes gave her an innocent and gentle charm.
At this moment, due to nerves and shyness, those almond eyes seemed to be brimming with misty vapor.
Zhang Yan finally noticed his gaze and, like a startled deer, quickly turned her head away, leaving only an ear, red as an apple, visible to him.
Tang Song chuckled softly, took her hand, and started walking, asking casually, "Where to eat?"
