Ye Xiaowei wasn't home, so Gao Jun went to her place.
He primarily wanted to spend time with Ye Xiaowei—ever since their relationship was clarified, she always held a hint of apprehension in her eyes, like a startled deer.
Ye Xiaowei hadn't seen him for a long time.
Since their relationship was understood by her, Ye Xiaowei tried to maintain her distance, yet couldn't resist missing Gao Jun—especially when alone late at night, she'd invariably recall the warmth of his palm.
Gao Jun asked, "Weiwei, I went to your place, did you buy the stockings?" His tone carried a hint of probing, fearing he'd hit a sensitive chord.
Ye Xiaowei replied, "Bought them."
The sound was as light as a feather, yet it echoed in the receiver, making his eardrums burn.
Gao Jun said, "I'll go over tonight." He didn't dare say "I want to see you," afraid of pressuring her.
Ye Xiaowei responded, "Okay." The tail of her voice slightly trembled, like a guitar string being plucked.
