As soon as Mishi's lips touched Xian, their eyes met. Xian once again felt the touch was familiar. His mind was again filled with those questions of being in love with Mishi.
"Um….Xi-Xian," whispered Mishi when Xian immediately leaned back onto his seat. "I- I am sorry. That was a mistake," murmured Mishi, not able to look into his eyes.
Xian started the engine, thus driving away from there. There was an awkward silence between the two. Both were thinking about the incident but in a different way.
"What would he be thinking? I should've leaned back at that time," thought Mishi and internally cursed herself for acting clumsy.
"Why is her touch familiar to me? But why is she always acting as if we two are strangers who have never met each other. Wait, her leg is also injured. But, how? I should ask that," thought Xian then broke the ice.
"Mishi, how did your foot get injured?," asked Xian, keeping his gaze fixed on the road.