"No!" Zhang Ci Hao looked down at her. His posture wasn't standing perfectly upright, allowing Deng Yuyuan to look almost directly into his eyes. "I like listening to you. I want to understand you better. Even if I don't grasp it all, I am willing to memorize every word and every sentence you say. I'm also going to attend night school to get a higher degree so I won't embarrass you."
A fragrant breeze wafted over as a gentle, undeniable embrace pressed into his chest.
Those slender, snow-white wrists gently patted the man's back, which was trembling like a fluttering butterfly. "I think you can start by standing up straight, just like you did in Dazhang Village."
Zhang Ci Hao stood up straight as told. He could even breathe in the scent of Deng Yuyuan's hair. "Sister."
The man's voice was hoarse and somewhat aggrieved. "I was really so afraid you didn't want me anymore."
