Before Shasha even got close, Wang Chuqin strode up, opened his arms, and pulled her into a tight embrace without a word.
The girl was wearing a black hoodie, and her head, still covered by the hood, was firmly tucked into his broad chest. He carried a faint scent of vanilla, likely from the hotel body wash, which blended with the clean, sea-salt scent characteristic of a teenage boy.
He looked down at her, his breath warm against her. A light blush crept up Shasha's ears, though standing in the dim corner, it wasn't obvious in the night.
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