"I want to kiss you."
"Kiss where?"
"...Lips."
An Zhizhen didn't respond. She just quietly, with a serious attitude, examined him up and down.
She was waiting, waiting for herself to say the next sentence.
The atmosphere between them fell into silence for a moment, atop the high hill only the whistling wind continued to resonate in their ears.
The man felt his heartbeat clearly speeding up as he looked at the woman's calm face, thinking how composed she was.
But no matter what...
He finally said it.
Cen Dongsheng scratched his cheek, feeling his old face heating up, uncomfortable all over.
And rather embarrassed too.
No helping it, even though his experiences from two lifetimes made him a bit older than Sister Zhi Zhen, all his additional points went into combat experience as a front-line member.
Not to mention confessing to a girl, even finding a good friend was difficult for someone lacking social skills, let alone knowing how to interact with someone he was close to.