The usually timid girl suddenly wasn't afraid anymore, "Lu Xinglan, do you like me?"
There, she finally got it.
Lu Xinglan picked her up, brushed the snow off with his sleeve, and placed her on the community's exercise equipment, his hands propping on either side of her, "My back hurts, your turn."
Her turn to bend, to kiss him.
"Okay."
She hugged him, bent over, fulfilling his wish,
Liking her obedience,
And liking her disobedience too.
Liking her when she's good,
And liking her when she's not.
Liking most of all when she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with him.
He looked up, ate the snow on her lips, and mumbled unclearly, "Yeah."
Lu Xinglan, do you like me?
Yeah.
Liking her awkwardness and constraint,
And liking her occasional cleverness too.
Liking her smile, bright and beautiful,
And liking her ferociousness too.
Liking most of all when she obediently hugged him, lying on his shoulder and cheerfully calling him "Mr. Lu Xinglan."
