It was a sweltering summer afternoon.
But Yuan Shiyao felt as if he were inside a ball of cotton candy, every breath a soft sweetness.
Something tugged at his sleeve, and the calico kitten in his arms let out a soft, delicate meow.
"Is this the kitten?" Jiang Qingli's attention was caught, and she reached out to pet the cat in Yuan Shiyao's arms.
The kitten tilted its head back, bumping it against Jiang Qingli's fingers, and her heart melted. "You're so cute! How can you be so adorable?"
When she spoke to the kitten, her voice would unconsciously become light and soft, which was especially endearing.
The girl bent over to pet the kitten, and the distance between them closed without them realizing it.
As she spoke, her breath fell unintentionally on the arm holding the kitten. Yuan Shiyao's body went rigid, his muscles tensing instinctively. But he was afraid of squeezing the kitten, so he could only endure it, his Adam's apple rolling subtly.
