Two years ago, Qingran already knew that her lung capacity was far inferior to Xie Ying'an's.
But she had no idea that without swimming for just two to three years, her lung capacity would become so poor.
So poor that as soon as Xie Ying'an left her lips, giving her a moment to breathe, she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, not forgetting to breathe heavily through the gaps between her fingers.
No matter how softly Xie Ying'an coaxed her, she refused to loosen her grip.
Not able to use force against her, Xie Ying'an was truly at a loss.
The two of them stared at each other in the dim night light for a while, the young man standing against the light, his pale skin almost luminous under the moonlight, only his slightly pursed lips unusually red.
After a standoff, Xie Ying'an simply bowed his head, his expression weary, burying his face in Qingran's neck, and he made one last plea: "Ranran, let go of your hand, let me kiss you again..."
