The sun was shining high, a gentle breeze swept through the treetops, blowing from her hair to his face, carrying a hint of youthful fragrance.
The warmth in his palm and the soft sensation seemed like the wind, permeating every corner of his being.
This was the first time Song Yi held his hand, in such an exhilarating setting. His hands were calloused, making her hand tingle a bit, like an electric current running through her body.
For a moment, her clear and alluring face, with shimmering brilliance, dazzled his eyes.
"Song Yi." Tang Si called her name in a deep voice.
Song Yi blinked lightly, not overly seductive.
Silently releasing his hand, she softly replied, "I'm here."
"Song Yi."
"I'm here," she responded again.
Tang Si's eyes were deep, his voice extremely faint, "Irregular military posture, an extra half-hour punishment."
"..." Song Yi glared at him, You damn petty avenger!
Yet dared not speak.
"Song Yi."
