By the time Lu Nuanyang realized it, Han Zhinan had already run into the dormitory building.
He touched his lips, his heart pounding.
After some time, he finally started grinning foolishly.
He took out his phone and dialed.
It rang a few times before it was answered.
Han Zhinan's voice was soft and tender, "Hello?"
Lu Nuanyang's voice was a bit deep, "Come down."
Han Zhinan let out a gasp.
Lu Nuanyang said again, "I'll give you two minutes, hurry down, be good."
Han Zhinan hung up the phone, bewildered, told her roommate, and hurriedly ran downstairs.
She thought Lu Nuanyang had something important, and didn't care about the shyness of the earlier kiss, ran over to him, and anxiously asked, "What's wrong?"
Lu Nuanyang looked at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, and because she ran so fast, her chest was heaving heavily.
Lu Nuanyang looked away, grabbed her wrist, "Let's go."
Han Zhinan said with difficulty, "Where are we going? The dorm's about to close."
