Time seemed to freeze. Su Yaoyao's eyes widened, her mind a complete blank as their warm breaths mingled.
Mingye was also stunned. A flicker of surprise flashed in his deep eyes, but he didn't immediately push her away.
A moment later, Su Yaoyao snapped back to reality and recoiled as if she'd been zapped by electricity. A fiery blush instantly spread across her face as she stammered, "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Don't get distracted. Continue," Mingye said, averting his gaze. His voice was as deep as ever, but the slight blush on the tips of his ears betrayed his inner turmoil.
He took hold of Su Yaoyao's hand again, only this time, both of their hearts were beating a little faster than before.
For the rest of the practice session, Su Yaoyao's mind was anywhere but on her shooting.
Every time Mingye's hand touched hers, she would flinch reflexively, and the blush on her cheeks never faded.
