Ling Yin smiled as she shifted her position, giving him the majority of the seat, "I'll teach you a simple one."
In the dark night, both their faces were illuminated by the lone beam of light, intermittent notes lingering around their ears. Ling Yin lowered her gaze, teaching him hand-in-hand how to play. The two sat shoulder to shoulder, very close, with Ling Yin's right arm wrapping around Hua Hua's back to hold his right hand, and her left hand pressing on Hua Hua's left hand. Just like that, she personally taught him which note to press and how to press it.
The atmosphere was especially good.
Hua Hua laughed at himself, "Seems difficult, I feel like I can't learn it."
As he turned his head, his face brushed against Ling Yin's face, muscles carrying their respective warmth, causing a slight friction.
As soon as Hua Hua opened his mouth, his warm breath blew onto Ling Yin's face, sending a fleeting current coursing through her body unconsciously.
