A fleeting, dragonfly-light kiss was enough to leave the habitually composed Xie Yanxi momentarily dazed. By the time he reached out to deepen it, she had already straightened up and pulled away.
He felt a brief pang of regret, but the moment his gaze fell upon the love note, the laughter and tenderness in his eyes welled up once more. He unfolded the paper with extreme caution, his movements as delicate as if he were handling a priceless treasure.
Lu Wanwan watched him, her chin resting on her hand, not missing the slight tremor in his fingertips. It was just a love note; the women in the capital who admired him were legion, and this was certainly not the first time he had received such things. Was there really a need to be so... stirred?
Chapter 102