“How about we…” Hao Yunyang seemed to be mustering all his courage, suddenly opening his eyes with an unstoppable momentum, but the words that followed were incredibly weak: “We try it out?”
The words were spoken softly, with a tentative tone, but Hao Yunyang looked as if he had used all his strength, slightly parting his mouth and breathing heavily, looking at Zhao Chenxin with anticipation. “Can this… can this be tried?” Zhao Chenxin could no longer describe her feelings. For the first time in over twenty years, Hao Yunyang made her experience the sensation of first love – a hazy excitement, an embarrassing atmosphere. So, this is love.
“That…” he answered uncertainly, then immediately followed up: “Do you… do you think it’s possible?”
“Then, let’s try it,” Zhao Chenxin bit her lip, a charming hint of shyness spreading across her reddened face.
“This…” Hao Yunyang was overjoyed, scratching his head in a comical manner. He licked his lips, unsure where to place his hands – on his knees felt wrong, on the bed seemed awkward. Looking at Zhao Chenxin’s blushing cheeks, he boldly asked: “Can I… can I… kiss you?”
Zhao Chenxin said nothing, her eyelashes trembling as she slowly closed her eyes. Since she had chosen love, she would bravely accept it.
Chen Pingping stood at the door, somewhat anxious for the two inside. Love is mainly about feeling, and once the feeling is there, someone needs to break through that thin layer of paper, otherwise missed opportunities in love are not uncommon.
Zhao Chenxin was a girl with no romantic history, pure and untouched in matters of emotion. Getting her to make the first move would be harder than asking her to ascend to heaven.
What about Hao Yunyang? This usually gentle and friendly young man, not handsome but certainly not ugly. Most importantly, as an observer, Chen Pingping could better understand Hao Yunyang’s care for Zhao Chenxin. Would this Hao Yunyang take the initiative?
