Wishful Thinking

Zhao Shuning had thousands of words in her mouth.

They were all in their hearts, unable to say anything.

Master, what's wrong with him?

Are you poisoned?

Or was he blind?

Or perhaps, it was possessed by a ghost?

Zhao Shuning shook her head, trying to get these messy thoughts out of her head.

Because of Zhao Shuning's actions.

Yan Ruyu came back to his senses and quickly left Zhao Shuning's lips.

That kiss had been like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

Extremely short, extremely short.

Yan Ruyu thought that if Zhao Shuning shook her head, she wouldn't agree to his touch.

Zhao Shuning thought that the reason her Master didn't continue was because she smelled the leek dumpling she had eaten in her room tonight.

If he had known earlier, his Master would have kissed her today.