——Until she looked up and saw a little egg yolk on the corner of Cheng Xiao’s mouth, which was particularly obvious in the morning light.
She stared at him for two seconds, then reached out and rubbed the corner of his mouth with her thumb. The moment her fingertips touched his skin, she felt his warm breath and slightly stiff muscles.
Cheng Xiao froze, his fork hanging in the air, his eyes slightly widened.
Jiang Zhiran was also stunned, her fingers still lingering on the corner of his lips. She could clearly feel the temperature of his skin and his slightly rapid breathing.
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Jiang Zhiran could even see her own reflection in his pupils—his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were still hazy from waking up.
She pulled her hand back abruptly, and there was still a hint of warmth on her fingertips, as if she had been burned.
She turned her face away and said stiffly, "...it's stained." Her voice was hoarse than expected.
The tips of Cheng Xiao's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading from the earlobes to the neck, almost transparent in the morning light.
"...Oh." He lowered his head and continued eating. His movements were much stiffer than before, and his fork accidentally scraped across the plate, making a harsh sound.
Jiang Zhiran stared at his plate and suddenly felt his throat tighten.
——What was she doing just now?
——Why did she reach out?
——Is she crazy?
She stood up suddenly, the chair legs scraping against the floor, grabbed her schoolbag and headed for the door. The strap caught on the corner of the table, and she pulled hard, causing several notebooks to clatter to the floor.
"...I'm leaving." She bent down to pick up the notebook, her voice muffled.
Cheng Xiao raised his head and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered a low "hmm." His fingers unconsciously rubbed the crack on the edge of the plate, and his knuckles turned slightly white.
Jiang Zhiran pushed the door open without looking back. The cold wind blew in her face, cooling her hot cheeks a little.
She took a deep breath and walked towards the school. Her schoolbag contained the physics notes that Cheng Xiao had helped her correct last night.
——Behind her, Cheng Xiao stood at the kitchen door, watching her figure disappear in the morning mist, and his fingertips gently touched the corner of his mouth that she had just wiped.
——Her warmth seemed to still remain there, and a faint scent of milk.
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