"Mmm."
Xu Qian's voice was exceptionally soft, but in this environment, Wang Jian still heard it clearly. Just this gentle murmur was enough to make his blood surge.
Wang Jian suddenly realized something—the two of them had never been this close before.
To Xu Qian, it all felt somewhat unreal. She had originally thought Wang Xiang's existence would be the biggest barrier between them. She never expected his return would instead become the very catalyst for them getting together.
Feeling the warmth of Wang Jian's palm, Xu Qian was extremely nervous. Although she had secretly kissed him before, that was all it was. Kissing a man who was drunk and asleep was a completely different concept from kissing one who was wide awake.
While awake, a hug was soft and warm—two of the most comforting sensations imaginable. Wang Jian's hands, free of calluses, were light and gentle, smoothing away all the surprise Xu Qian had felt that day.
