A Greeting

Wu Heng glanced at Shiraque. Her cheeks seemed even redder than before.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Forget it. I was just joking."

Shi Yali's eyes darted around before she leaned close and whispered into her sister's ear.

Wu Heng leaned forward, trying to eavesdrop. He had only caught a single sound when the two of them immediately separated.

Shi Yali stood and walked behind Wu Heng. "Don't move. We're fulfilling the wager."

As she spoke, a pair of cool, soft hands covered his eyes.

His senses spread out instantly.

He faintly heard Shiraque rise and walk to his side.

Then he felt a warm touch against his left cheek, followed by the same touch on his right.

They pulled away after the lightest touch, but he could still feel the lingering dampness on his face.

"Shi Yali, what are you doing?"

"I took part in the wager too."

The hands covering his eyes moved away. Shiraque stood at his side, while Shi Yali remained behind him.

Seeing Wu Heng look at her, Shiraque's eyes flickered with shyness. Her gaze wandered everywhere, and she did not dare look at him.

Shi Yali smiled. "Well?"

"That doesn't count! I didn't even feel it," Wu Heng immediately said.

"Why not? We already did that!" Shiraque exclaimed.

Wu Heng said, "I wasn't even prepared. Do it again—at least five seconds this time."

Shi Yali sat down on his right and scooted closer. "One last time. No cheating."

"You just agreed to that?" Shiraque's eyes widened.

Wu Heng nodded. "Okay!"

"Close your eyes yourself."

Wu Heng obediently closed his eyes.

Then warm, damp, gentle touches landed on his cheeks again, one on each side.

This time, they lingered longer. He could clearly feel the imprints of lips against his cheeks, their faint