The first kiss of Yan Huaijin's life, offered clumsily but carefully and precious beyond measure to Pei Yunting on the rooftop of Liuli Courtyard beneath the moonlight. It swallowed all her unspoken words and tasted like chilled summer wine. Both were nervous, and her arms looped around his neck almost unconsciously. His ears and face turned bright red like a cooked shrimp afterward.
