Yan Yu, still shaken, took a deep breath and focused on his eyes, her voice unconsciously trembling as she softly changed the subject: "Uh, I just heard the photographer's words. He was very satisfied, I heard it. Little Ben, thank you, on behalf of my little sister, thank you…"
He squinted at her, lowered his face, and leaned closer to her.
Yan Yu panicked, and somehow suddenly whispered softly: "…I think, you shouldn't kiss me again."
He stopped abruptly but didn't back away, only squinting his eyes harder: "How do you know I want to kiss you?"
Yan Yu breathed heavily, "I, I just felt like you would…"
He wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt a pang of hurt in his heart. His grip on her wrist involuntarily tightened.
"Since you know I want to kiss you again, why stop me?" He took a deep breath: "What, are you going to tell me again that you're going back to date? Is it because of Xue Jiangqiu, that I'm not allowed to kiss you, is that it?"
