On the rooftop, the unified shadow finally separated.
The urgent gasps of breath sounded like a pipa poem being played, with the deep strings blaring like a downpour and the light strings whispering like secret talks.
The damp tips of her hair resembled someone who had just been fished out of water, and a slight breeze passed by, quickly condensing on her face.
The rooftop, the warm sun, the young man and woman snuggled against each other, the world seemed to be reduced to only this corner.
Xu Qingfan reopened his eyes, gazing at the horizon, his heart indescribably throbbing and flustered.
Xia Xiaoxiao also reopened her eyes, hugging the boy tighter with both arms, feeling embarrassed and blushing, yet she did not regret the decision she had just made.
Xu Qingfan had done so much for her, and in that moment just now, the girl felt that apart from giving him her first kiss, there was nothing else she had to offer in return.
That was what she thought, so she did just that.