Jiang Xingyu, the lucky punk

The duo held hands as they went to the grocery store. She snuck glances and smiled occasionally, making him curious about what she was thinking. At one point, she even tangled their fingers together and smiled. 

"What's making you smile so sweetly?" He couldn't help asking, his mood being lifted along with hers. 

She glanced at their hands and raised her head to look into his eyes. "No one has ever made me feel this happy." 

He raised an eyebrow curiously. What did he do to make her so happy? He knew that he had not done anything particularly, but the fact that he was making her happy was enough to make him even happier. 

She bashfully stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on his cheek. He looked down at her with a gentle smile before returning the kiss on her forehead. Her cheeks flushed scarlet. "Xingyu…"