Ming Mei shook her head, "I've never thought about it, but I know that no matter where we go, you would never hurt me."
Shen Nie smiled, happy, but also sorrowful.
Happy because, in Ming Mei's heart, he was someone she could completely trust.
Sorrowful because he was only a trusted person, perhaps a brother, perhaps a friend, but never a lover.
The two chatted aimlessly, perhaps the conversation was too dull and tedious, not long after, Ming Mei actually fell asleep.
At night, the sound of her steady breathing filled his ears, and outside the tent, there were occasional chirps from insects.
Shen Nie sat up slowly, turning his head to look at Ming Mei beside him.
He watched her for a long time, finally lowering his head, stopping just a few centimeters away from her lips, and instead, his lips landed gently on her forehead.
Shen Nie lay back down, his long fingers covering his eyes.
Foolish girl, after all, he was also a man, a normal man.
