Previously, whenever Mo Si saw people happily hugging and cuddling, he'd found it strange.
Logically speaking, it was just flesh pressed against flesh. How could that possibly make someone happy? How could it be addicting?
'Wouldn't it be cold in the winter? And hot in the summer?'
But now—
He was starting to understand. Being close, feeling the presence of the one you liked… you didn't have to do anything at all to feel a moment of peace and happiness.
Just breathing the same air was enough to make him happy.
He was a bit intoxicated by the feeling. And when he was intoxicated, he wanted to get a little handsy.
They'd been dating for a while now, and Mo Si had become an old pro. He no longer asked for permission for what he wanted. He gently tilted his head, his cheek brushing against Qiuqiu's, and said nothing, simply looking at her.
'No rejection meant yes.'
(Smooch! Mwah! Kiss kiss!)
