"I've always wanted to hold you shamelessly like this," Dong Chengling said in a firm tone, softly repeating it into Ren Suo's ear.
Although he was thoroughly soaked, Ren Suo felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched.
His body was stiff as withered roots. Yet, every cell seemed as eager as a hungry baby. His veins coursed with what felt like burning gasoline rather than blood. The heart hidden in his chest was more like a concussed deer than a real heart, and his mind was filled not with brain matter but with a churning sea.
He desperately wanted to move, but he was so nervous that he didn't dare.
At that moment, Ren Suo felt Dong Chengling's body tremble slightly, and her arms around him were held with cautious hesitation. She was more nervous than he was, and also braver.
He was taken aback for a moment, but then his whole body relaxed. He reached out, took Cheng Ling into his embrace, and said softly, "Me too."
