Time seemed to stretch out.
Though it had only been a fleeting touch, it somehow felt endless.
The soft warmth on her lips vanished in an instant, leaving behind a faint, cool trace of moisture.
In her field of vision, Lin Li's face was right before her, his smile clear and bright. Yet the surrounding clamor—the cheers from the crowd downstairs, the booming fireworks, the teasing uproar from the other side of the rooftop where someone was confessing, even the sharp intakes of breath from her friends nearby—suddenly lost focus at that moment, blurring into a humming tide of noise.
Chen Yuying froze slightly. After a brief pause, her heart began pounding wildly against her chest, so hard that even her eardrums seemed to throb.
Her cheeks were immediately struck by a heat like the fiercest winter sunlight, warmth surging up in an instant, spreading from her touched chin all the way to the tips of her ears. She did not need to look to know she must be completely red.
Her thoughts seemed to have hit pause, briefly stagnating.
They might already count as an "old married couple," but no matter what, this was the first contact between their lips.
And it had come without warning—amid the crowd, beside familiar friends, even at the very moment when he had deliberately called them over to watch. Such a first.
Chen Yuying subconsciously parted her lips slightly, as though she wanted to say something, or confirm that the fleeting moment just now had truly happened.
Her long lashes trembled gently, reflecting the flickering fireworks in the distance. Her eyes held a pure, uncomprehending daze, as if she had just awakened from an unexpected dream and had not yet fully understood everything before her.
Of course, she was happy.
"Ohhhhh—holy shit!!"
"Eugh~