Shen Zui said he's nineteen now, not a little boy anymore.
But actually, in Shi Nuoxin's heart, she never considered him a little boy.
The words she said were really just out of trust for him; at sixteen, she was still too young and innocent, and everything seemed too simple in her heart.
She stood there speechless, and Shen Zui saw her expression, reached out to ruffle her hair slightly, and laughed, saying, "Look at how scared you are. Don't worry, if you don't want to, I won't do anything to you!"
Shi Nuan furrowed her brows slightly, not speaking.
That night, the two of them lay on the bed with roughly the distance of two fist lengths between them.
Neither moved, or perhaps neither dared to move.
For more than half an hour, neither said a word.
The one to break the silence in the end was Shen Zui.
Shen Zui asked Shi Nuan, "Nuannuan, are you asleep?"
Shi Nuan responded softly, "Not yet!"
Shen Zui suddenly chuckled, "What's wrong? Afraid?"
