How am I supposed to win the handsome guy like this?
Tian Sangsang grabbed the hem of her long white down jacket and ran toward him. She ran, he ran, but it seemed she could never catch up. They ran out of the courtyard, into the vast snowy field outside. Running so much warmed her whole body, and she dropped to her knees, drenched in sweat.
A pair of army boots entered her view, and a hand reached out in front of her. His teasing voice came from above: "Look at you, Sangsang. Exhausted already?"
She raised her hand, his warm, broad palm wrapped around hers, pulling her up.
She leaned into his arms, deliberately hugging him tightly, her delicate face pressed against his chest.
"Show some restraint, Sangsang. Everyone in the courtyard is watching." Jiang Jinghuai's sharp face showed a faint hint of helplessness. If this kept going, his aloof image would be ruined.
