TO FOREVER HOLD HIS HAND

"SO, is there any more grass on my face?" Luo Yan asked, raising his head to look at Shen Ji Yun.  He tried his best not to sound like he's teasing him, but a bit of teasing tone still appeared in his voice.

"T-there isn't any more," Shen Ji Yun said shaking his head. 

He almost wanted to bury himself under the ground because of embarrassment.  That was such a bad lie that only gullible people would believe it.  But it seemed like Luo Yan was purposely giving him a pass.  So, he wouldn't ask more.  He wouldn't question why he believed his flimsy lie so readily.  What's more important to him now was the fact that their relationship would no longer spiral into an awkward mess.