"Ziqian!" She looked at Chen Ziqian with emotion, stretching her neck subconsciously as the wind blew from all directions.
Chen Ziqian responded with a smile, casually pulling his trench coat tighter around her, "Cold? Then let's head back, I'll take you."
"No!" She pouted and shook her head playfully, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck. As their eyes met, she couldn't help but close her own, slowly tiptoeing and offering her delicate lips.
Chen Ziqian quickly got absorbed, feeling every capillary in his body expanding infinitely, his nerves highly excited, and his large, strong hands unconsciously reached into her clothes.
It wasn't because the cold wind made her too cold, but rather for fear she couldn't control herself any longer and would lose her composure. So she hurriedly withdrew her tiptoes, letting go of his soft, warm lips, her cheeks burning as she said, "It's getting late, we should, we should go back."
