His gift

Su Yinhe was somewhat panicked, her already fast-beating heart now raced even faster.

She took out the gift she had prepared for Chi Yan, using it to cover up her own nervousness.

"This is for you."

During the exchange, their fingertips inevitably touched again, and Su Yinhe felt her hand was a bit warm, as was her face.

"Thank you, I really like it. Also," Chi Yan held the gift, looking seriously at her, "I meant what I said."

Serious?

Serious about what?

About the massage?

All of Su Yinhe's efforts were in vain; she couldn't control herself, her heartbeat quickened further, as did her hand. It was just a fleeting touch, but it felt like the warmth lingered even until now.

"See you tomorrow." Chi Yan hooked his lips into a smile, hesitated for a moment with his empty hand, then lightly touched the messy hair on her forehead.

She had just rolled around in bed again.

Chi Yan left.

Su Yinhe patted her head, feeling odd.

Really odd.

Why did she feel so strange?