Sweet

After Jing Yan walked He Miao home, he was still in a daze. He grabbed her hand and was reluctant to let go. "Why don't you let me sleep on the sofa? I won't sleep on the bed, okay?"

"No, you're tired. You should go back and sleep." He Miao looked up and smiled. She walked up to him and kissed his cheek gently.

Without waiting for Jing Yan to catch her, He Miao reacted quickly and scurried back into her house, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Jing Yan looked at the tightly shut door and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly shook his head and smiled helplessly. He covered the side of his face where she had kissed him just now and went upstairs happily.

There was not much time left in the night, but he still felt that it was extremely long.

The next morning, Jing Yan impatiently tidied himself up and went downstairs to pick up He Miao.

Every time their gazes met in the air, it would cause a burst of sweet sparks.