His breath scattered all over her ear, not sure if it was the warmth or shyness, Ye Ranran's earlobe turned pink.
And her already blushed cheeks grew even redder, making her whole appearance even more dazzling and charming.
The two stood under the street lamp, with the hazy yellow light casting down, enveloping everything under a thin veil of yellow gauze, and they too were shrouded, blurry, like an unclear ink painting.
"Alright, let's go in." Jun Mochan slightly tightened his hand around Ye Ranran's waist.
When the two entered the show venue, all the flashlights and cameras were aimed at them, and for a moment, the quiet show venue was filled only with the sound of clicking cameras.
Such a scene, Ye Ranran was not familiar with yet not unfamiliar either. She leaned on Jun Mochan, her lips curling in a flawless smile.
The two stood for a minute before taking their seats.
