Yan Gui's clever face revealed a hint of panic as he whispered softly, "I... I didn't do it on purpose."
The lush branches enfolded him, the youth's eyes slightly raised, the beautiful curve of his neck and collarbone clearly visible.
The interplay of light and shadow falling from the canopy was just right, adding a surreal dreaminess to the silence.
He met Chuzheng's cold and indifferent gaze and was momentarily stunned.
The next second, the young man suddenly moved closer, pressing his lips to the corner of Chuzheng's mouth.
A breeze blew by, rustling through the treetops, the shifting light and shadows dancing between the two of them.
The youth just pressed against her for a few seconds before quickly letting go.
He leaned back, brushing against the leaves, making a faint noise.
Luckily there was a breeze, so no one noticed the sound from above.
"I..." Yan Gui's pale face flushed with streaks of red, even his ear tips were red.