"I can't bear to let you go." Pei Yicheng tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace. His chin rested on her shoulder, warm breaths brushing against her neck—hot, burning.
Xu Nianhua stiffened up, not daring to move. She was entirely surrounded by Pei Yicheng's scent. Even though she didn't like alcohol, the smell on him was anything but off-putting; somehow, it made her, who hadn't had a drop, feel a little tipsy herself.
Her mind was fuzzy, so much so that even she didn't know where her body was anymore.
"Nianhua, if only I could shrink you." Pei Yicheng murmured by her ear.
Xu Nianhua chuckled softly and replied, "I'm not Sun Wukong, how could I shrink?"
"Wait for me."
Suddenly, Pei Yicheng spoke.
Xu Nianhua looked confused, and asked, "Wait for what?"
But Pei Yicheng didn't answer her anymore.
After waiting for a while, Xu Nianhua called him in a low voice, "Cheng ge?"
"..."
"Yicheng?"
"..."
"Pei Yicheng!"
