Xu Musen couldn't help but laugh, and at that moment, his heart felt as youthful and lively as his eighteen-year-old body.
"What are you laughing at?"
An Nuannuan watched him giggling foolishly, oblivious to the fact that her own voice sounded a bit lacking in confidence.
"I'm laughing because I've been pinching your foot for so long, but it took until now to hold your hand."
Xu Musen looked down at her.
The two of them walked along the school roads, the weather growing colder, yet today felt exceptionally warm.
The fallen leaves swirled underfoot, like blooming yellow flowers of late autumn.
"So, do you still prefer hands, or do you like feet more?"
An Nuannuan's hand twitched slightly, and the corners of her eyes curved.
Xu Musen said with a smile, "I love pig's trotters and chicken feet alike, who can resist when they're both so tasty?"