The realization strikes Song Lan like a bolt of lightning: Xiao Xingchen laughs, and he wants with a sudden, stunning desperation to kiss the mirth from his beautiful mouth. How, precisely, he is meant to manage that—that, he has no idea at all.
Song Lan doesn’t like touch. Until he can’t stop thinking of what Xiao Xingchen’s touch would be like. This is gorgeous and perfect.