"You seemed to like the city's night view," Feng An Yu pointed out.
"Mmm… I enjoyed the city's morning view as well," Ning Wei said. "Next time, we could come again. Brother Feng, the view isn't that bad either."
The corner of Feng An Yu's lips began to twitch. If he had to ride a bike with Ning Wei again, he would rather not.
He looked at Ning Wei again and noticed that she seemed to be in deep thought. He wondered what was on Ning Wei's mind, making her look so serious.
Subconsciously, Feng An Yu raised a hand to Ning Wei's face. His finger was almost touching that soft and rosy cheek when Ning Wei suddenly turned around.
His movement halted. Their eyes met.
Feng An Yu rarely felt embarrassed. But at this moment, he hoped he could bury himself a few feet underground to hide from Ning Wei. He was sure that Ning Wei would think of him as a strange person.
"Brother Feng, what are you doing?" Ning Wei stared at the finger that was a few inches away from her.
