Chapter 7: Dear lord

His large hand grabbed onto her tiny arm, pulled her in towards him. She lost balance for a short second, but as she was about to fall into his arms, she kept herself together and not slip. His tug had a morsel force to it, when he pulled her in, she let out a minor moan, "Ah!"

Everyone heard the loud shouts, turning heads to watch as they became more curious, then as they all heard the three words coming from their President Yang's mouth, "I like you!" they became startled by the catching rings attached to his masculine voice. Yang Tian-Xu stared deep into Wang Yi-An's eyes for a second longer, still he kept his grip onto her arm, tight.

Nobody could possibility understand his suffering, his long waits at the coffee shop. Two weeks he waited for a chance to meet her again. It felt like the first-time he saw her, only this time his heart beats faster, almost like his heart could jump out of his chest. Dreams of her night after night, like an impulse remembered by his body