Song Xiyun didn't pay too much attention, after all, Jiang Nian had always been lively. She just focused on drying, until a certain moment.
"Okay, all dry."
She let out a long breath, relaxing her hand as the fabric rebounded. Jiang Nian felt warm on his back, so he stood up.
"Alright."
"You seemed really tense just now." Jiang Nian lowered his head, gently hugging her, and whispered softly.
"Hmm?"
"No....." Song Xiyun wanted to struggle, but not too fiercely, "Maybe you saw wrong."
"Okay." Jiang Nian held her, not letting go, and after a while, carefully leaned down.
She didn't refuse the soft, lingering kiss, and even began to breathe deeply when it ended.
Like a fish drowning.
"Wait....."
Jiang Nian didn't listen to her, if Xiao Song was unwilling, she could easily push him away instead of saying wait a moment.
He lowered his head, continuing to kiss. From her neck to her ears, and then her lips, almost visiting them all.
