Another Proposal
The next morning, when Xing woke up, she realised Chenglei was not beside her and she got up hurriedly and she felt like her head spinning because she got up too fast as blood rushed to her brain.
She slumped back in the bed when she felt the familiar warm hand holding her waist, "What's the rush, JiaXing?"
"Ah! ", Xing held on to his waist, "It was not a dream", she mumbled and held on to the corners of his sleeves tightly like he'd disappear if she let go. He felt warm and his heartbeat was of the same rhythm she's used to know- The rhythm that told her 'I love you' with each beat.
"I'm not going anywhere, JiaXing", Chenglei saw her frail and clingy and his heart melted. He picked her up and placing her on his lap, hugged her with her head resting on his chest. This position seemed awfully comfortable to him and he felt like he had done it a hundred times before.