Zhao Tian let out a small sigh, though it was tinged with amusement "Sister Nue, if you squeeze me any tighter, I might start thinking you don't want to let me go ever again."
Qi Nue finally pulled back slightly, though her hands still rested firmly on his shoulders.
Her eyes were faintly misty, but her lips curved upward in a smile "And what if I don't?" she replied softly, half-joking, half-serious.
Zhao Tian reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Then I'd have no choice but to stay here forever, wouldn't I? After all, how could I ever refuse my your wish?"
Her lips trembled faintly, and Qi Xue stepped forward at last, placing a hand lightly on Qi Nue's arm "Enough, Nue'er. If you keep him here clinging to you, when will I have my turn?"
Qi Nue blinked, then laughed softly, a bit embarrassed.
She loosened her hold on Zhao Tian and stepped aside, wiping at her eyes quickly as if to hide the trace of tears.
