The dim light from the voice-activated light in the corridor diffused. Qi Sanghuai straightened Jiang Songling's collar that was blown by the wind, his fingertips resting on the side of his neck without moving away.
Jiang Songling clutched the house key, her fingertips tightening slightly. When she raised her eyes, she met his deep gaze: "Then... I'm in?"
Qi Sanghuai did not respond, but leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against his red ears, and his voice was as low as a whisper: "Xiao Ling, can you give me a good night kiss before we meet tomorrow?"
Jiang Songling's face instantly burned up. She stretched out her hand to push him but was grabbed by the wrist. Qi Sanghuai's lips gently brushed the corners of his lips, making people feel itchy.
The voice-activated light dimmed at some point, leaving only the moonlight outside the corridor lightly shining on the two of them.
Jiang Songling's hand holding the key trembled slightly, and the warmth of his lips still remained on her fingertips. He turned his face away and said in a low and thin voice: "I know... See you tomorrow."
Qi Sanghuai chuckled, stretched out his hand to pinch his hot earlobe, and rubbed it gently with his thumb: "Go in, remember to send me a message."
Jiang Songling nodded, turned around and quickly opened the door. A second before the door closed, he peeked half of his face out, said "good night" quickly, and then hid in with a blushing face.
Concept: A young man's thoughts are like the summer wind, and his ignorant heart beats in both directions.