(Fourth update)
These past few days, Ning Rongrong had been constantly worried about Yang Ming. She even had nightmares at night, slept poorly, and developed noticeable dark circles under her eyes.
Seeing the tears glimmering in Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes, Yang Ming likewise felt her feelings. He placed one hand over the back of the hand she had pressed to his cheek. Her touch was soft and warm, and for some reason, his grip tightened, holding her hand more firmly. Ning Rongrong had yet to notice.
Yang Ming's steadfast eyes gazed into Ning Rongrong's. Their eyes met, and sparks of love seemed to crackle through the air.
"Rongrong, thank you."
Seeing Yang Ming's face draw nearer and nearer, his lips about to touch hers, Ning Rongrong finally realized they were at the entrance to the academy cafeteria, with plenty of upperclassmen nearby watching. A flush instantly rose on her face, revealing a young girl's bashfulness. When she tried to pull free from Yang Ming's hand, she abruptly discovered that his grip was like an iron hoop, holding her tightly.
"D... don't... mm..."
Yang Ming lightly touched Ning Rongrong's lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water. He knew she was thin-skinned and did not want to overdo things, so he stopped at just the right moment.
Even so, Ning Rongrong's face was as red as a ripe apple. She was so embarrassed that she wished she could bury her head in the cracks between the floor tiles, terrified that her companions would tease her.
Xiao Wu smacked her lips, feeling inexplicably envious and downcast.
However, Xiao Wu had seen everything Ning Rongrong had personally done for Yang Ming over the past few days. Thus, she did not become jealous or compete with her, merely hating her own helplessness for being unable