A Kiss

"I like you too." Song Jia placed Lu Zhen's hand by his lips and kissed it gently before placing it on his cheek.

Song Jia didn't seem to be blushing, but Lu Zhen's palm felt his face burning.

Lu Zhen felt that since Song Jia was so shameless, the heat on his face shouldn't be because he was shy. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is it too hot? Shall I pull the curtains?"

Lu Zhen wanted to get up, but Song Jia held her hand and refused to let her go.

"No." Song Jia kissed Lu Zhen's palm again, his voice muffled.

Lu Zhen could only sit back. "Then sleep."

"Okay." Song Jia's answer was quite obedient.

Lu Zhen waited for a few seconds. Seeing that Song Jia did not move, she reminded him, "Then let go of my hand."

"No." Song Jia refused bluntly.

Lu Zhen: "…"