Lu Beiyuan asked, "Are you curious?"
Su Nanxing replied, "How should I put it, if your emotions aren't affected, then I'm fine."
Lu Beiyuan sighed lightly. "Let me think."
Su Nanxing responded with a simple hum.
After that, Su Nanxing truly refrained from asking him again.
But at night, just before sleep, Lu Beiyuan pulled her into his arms, playing with her fingers.
Her skin was delicate, her fingers slender, soft and pliant.
Held in his hand, they were exceedingly comfortable.
Lu Beiyuan didn't speak; he merely held her, playing with her fingers one by one.
Su Nanxing nestled against his chest, listening to the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Thump, thump, over and over.
After a long moment, Lu Beiyuan finally spoke, "I originally… didn't want to tell you. But I feel that this is something I should share with you."
"If you don't want to say it, then forget it," Su Nanxing whispered softly. "Don't let this make you unhappy."
