At the time, all Zhao Yu knew was his mind had gone blank, and he had subconsciously given Gao Rang a fist to the face. The punch also seemed effective, as Gao Rang instantly sobered up and apologized. Even so, Zhao Yu was more or less revolted by the event.

"Are you not mad at me anymore?" Gao Rang cautiously asked, behaving like a child who had done something wrong. He was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

"It'd be great if you have someone to pursue romantically, Big Bro. It's not good to drink away your worries," Zhao Yu said and pursed his lips. Then, he mentally said,

Gao Rang paused. Then, he silently nodded, his heart full of bitterness.

"By the way." Handing the black paper bag in his hand to Gao Rang, Zhao Yu said, "I asked about the prescription of your glasses before, so I bought a pair for you today while I was getting my eyesight checked." Gao Rang, who had long bought a new pair of glasses for himself, was a little flattered by this gift. He had thought Zhao Yu would stop talking to him completely after incident.

After accepting the paper bag and feeling how heavy it felt, Gao Rang looked inside and saw that the glasses Zhao Yu bought were stored in a wooden casing.

"Thank you..."

"No problem," Zhao Yu said while awkwardly rubbing his nose. Then, his gaze shifting away, he said, "I'll be going first, then. You can carry on with your work, Big Bro."Gao Rang initially had something he wished to say to Zhao Yu, but seeing the latter leave in a hurry, he eventually decided to swallow the words he wanted to say.

…

A certain someone still had her mind in the clouds because the person she cared about the most had kissed her, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she had a visitor.

After getting thoroughly ignored for a good moment, Zhao Yu helplessly shook his head and said, "I'm here, Brother Zhao."

"Huh? Oh..." Yin Zhao-an promptly snapped out of her daze. Then, she looked at her visitor and asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

"?" Zhao Yu's expression froze. Then, he wryly smiled and asked, "I might have come uninvited, but at least I came with good intentions, right?" "Ah, sorry, sorry," Yin Zhao-an apologized, a silly smile on her face.

Wang Zhen was quite familiar with Zhao Yu. When she saw him entering, she nodded at the boy before taking the initiative to vacate the ward.

After Zhao Yu took a seat by the bed and saw that the smile on Yin Zhao-an's face had yet to fade, he couldn't help but say, "You look to be in a good mood today, Brother Zhao."

Yin Zhao-an promptly retracted her smile when she heard Zhao Yu's comment and became serious for a second. Then, she faked a cough as she looked at Zhao Yu curiously and asked, "Uh... Let me ask you something."

"What is it?" Zhao Yu asked in confusion."Well..." Yin Zhao-an hesitated, finding the question she wanted to ask a little embarrassing. She even felt a bit shy to ask such a question.

"?!" Zhao Yu shuddered and got goosebumps when he saw Yin Zhao-an's bashful behavior. He never knew Yin Zhao-an knew how to be shy, and he couldn't help but find this situation very awkward.

Eventually, Yin Zhao-an overcame her hesitation and candidly asked, "Well, I just want to ask, what's it like to be kissed by someone you care about a lot?"

Although Yin Zhao-an never named anyone specifically, Zhao Yu quickly put a face to Yin Zhao-an's "someone" in his mind.

"Kissed where specifically?" Zhao Yu asked as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Yin Zhao-an paused for a moment when she heard Zhao Yu's question. Then, she looked at the other party in mild disgust and said, "Where else? Of course, it is just a kiss on the face."

"Oh..." Zhao Yu was deeply disappointed by the answer he got. Then, he quickly began to ponder Yin Zhao-an's question in earnest and said, "What does it feel like to be kissed by someone you care about... How would I know? I've never had such an experience before."

After saying so, Zhao Yu quietly rolled his eyes and mentally complained,

"Then... Have you heard about someone else having such an experience before? I've never heard about it, and I can't really ask around right now," Yin Zhao-an said, sighing as she leaned back against the headboard.

Zhao Yu rested his chin on his hand and began to think carefully over Yin Zhao-an's question.

Suddenly, Zhao Yu recalled the accident that day, the wet tongue that smelled of alcohol, and the strong hands that had clamped his own hands behind his back...

When Yin Zhao-an saw Zhao Yu's face suddenly turn bright red, she couldn't help but applaud him for his imagination. How deeply had he immersed himself in his imagination for him to be fascinated to such an extent?