Chapter 8: Is it being hypocritical?
"Happy Seventh Night Festival."
"Oh, happy Seventh Night Festival." Lu Xingzhi remained utterly innocent and naive throughout.
Huo Jincheng suddenly reached out and pinched her little face twice.
Withdrawing his hand, he cleared his throat awkwardly, "It's late, you should rest! Goodnight!"
"Oh!" Lu Xingzhi nodded, somewhat absent-minded. As she was about to turn around, her foot slipped again.
Closing her eyes in anticipation of the floor, she instead fell into a solid embrace.
Huo Jincheng held Lu Xingzhi, and because she had taken a bath, his nose was filled with the sweet grapefruit fragrance of her hair, which seemed to carry the same scent from her body.
Feeling a unique softness in the palm of his right hand, he realized where he had touched. His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and with raised eyebrows and downcast eyes, he teased, "Was that on purpose?"
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Lu Xingzhi's face turned as crimson as the morning sky, and she pushed him away, suddenly crying out in pain as her hair somehow got tangled in the buttons of his black shirt.