The youth buried his head in the crook of her neck, among the strands of the girl’s hair.
His heart was trembling, quivering.
After a long while, his slightly hoarse voice rose, "Jin Zhu, I will definitely make sothing of myself and co back to marry you!"
The girl he loved gave him trendous encouragent. Her waiting and her affection deeply motivated him to defy fate, to stand out among others, to marry her and take her ho.
Jin Zhu didn’t speak, but her small hands slowly wrapped around his waist.
Tears swirled in her eyes.
Her young man, oh, go pursue your future, your destiny.
If possible, she could always be his support, his pillar of strength.
...
Under the moonlight, as the two slowly began to part, her eyes were still red-rimd. Although her look was cute and green, her eyes held a firmness for him.
They looked at each other.
The affection of the young boy and girl was sincere and pure, the most unadulterated love, clear as the lakes in Tianshan.
The tips of the boy’s fingers still lingered on her cheek, maintaining the gesture of wiping her tears.
But gradually, as they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, their heartbeats quickened, the temperature at his fingertips beca hotter and more scorching, indistinguishable between hers and his.
It no longer mattered whose it was.
From afar, stood a skinny yet sturdy youth of one ter eight, in front of a petite-frad girl.
Her little face was round, her nose perky, and her large eyes shimred like the stars scattered across the Milky Way, enchanting to gaze upon.
Their heads seed to be drawing closer under the starry sky.
The girl’s fair cheeks gradually reddened, her thick, curled lashes fluttered as if finding his gaze too intense, too overwhelming.
When the heart raced, the eyes couldn’t help but shy away.
Yet he leaned in closer and closer.
Finally, the youth’s prominent nose was about to touch hers, his warm breath tingling on her cheek, making her heart flutter.
At that mont, Jin Zhu heard the youth’s sowhat nervous voice asking, "...may I..."
Upon hearing this, Jin Zhu’s breathing nearly halted.
Her cheeks flushed with a soft red; how could he ask such a question, leaving her at a loss for how to respond.
Unable to speak, her ears burning, she saw the youth’s Adam’s apple bob, "..."
He spoke again, his voice hoarse, "It’s okay... if you don’t want to, then I will..."
Saying this, he fought to control his emotions, prepared to pull away.
But suddenly, a small hand tugged at the hem of his clothes.
Sang Nian: "..."
His body stiffened.
Jin Zhu’s head was lowered, her cheeks burning red.
As if possessed, she emitted a mosquito-like hum.
The next second, the youth hesitated no longer, cautious, he pressed his lips to hers.
...
The tis of youth are invariably unguarded, filled with impulsiveness, with passion, yet towards the beloved, one treads gently, with a deep-seated reverence.
Whatever he wished to do, he sought her consent, her respect.
Only the girl would be too embarrassed to voice it.
Bashfulness overwheld her.
Fortunately, she had a bit more courage than him.
This was their first kiss, and for each of them, it was the first in their lives.
The naïve sweetness of first love is always especially beautiful, genuinely moving, leaving the heart to flutter.
Only—
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