"Jiang Nan, let me go!" Meimei was stunned for a few seconds, and as she came back to her senses, she anxiously tried to push him away.
Jiang Nan didn't let go. Instead, he held her tighter, pressing her into his arms, his chin resting on her small head as he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her hair.
"Let me hold you for a while, just for a moment." Jiang Nan's voice was low, like a whisper.
Meimei froze instantly.
She lifted her head from his embrace, seeing his forlorn expression, she stopped pushing him away. Her arms wrapped around his waist, gently patting his back, as if comforting a child who was upset.
The arms holding her tightened slightly, his eyes lowered, gazing at her delicate and gentle face. He almost blurted out, wanting to tell her how much he liked her, wondering if there was a chance that she might like him too, rather than just seeing him as a brother?
"Meimei..."
"Jiang Nan..."
