Every time, Qin Yin felt helpless, but she always blushed and drank the medicine before feeding it to him.
After he drank it, he always hugged Qin Yin and nibbled for a while. After nibbling, there was always a faint smile on his face, looking as if he wasn't satisfied enough, as if it really was sweet.
His kissing skills have really improved; perhaps kissing also depends on talent, Qin Yin thought, her face burning even more.
In the days that followed, Qin Yin came every day to talk to Nan Sichen, recounting many stories of their past, although he had no recollection of them, but he loved listening.
When Qin Yin mentioned her dancing at school, she laughed, "I thought I would die when I fell from above, but you caught me. I never imagined you had such good reflexes."
"Can I dance?" Nan Sichen asked, eyeing Qin Yin.
"No," Qin Yin shook her head.
Even Nan Sichen found it somewhat unbelievable, "I actually managed to catch you."
