He Yi’s eyes were closed. Her long eyelashes faintly quivered as she slept rather peacefully.

Thoroughly experiencing this kind of soft warmth almost left my bones melted. I didn’t dare move. I stretched my neck and gulped, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. What do I do? What do I do?

I looked down and saw He Yi’s otherworldly face leaning to the side. Her red lips were within reach. This kind of huge temptation could drive a man crazy.

Two angels were fighting in my mind as two voices on my shoulders argued with each other—

Inner Voice A: Lu Chen, do you love He Yi? If you do, go kiss her!

Inner Voice B: Lu Chen you bastard, are you sure you love her? If you’re not sure, don’t hurt her!

Inner Voice A: Love is not a cup of water or a biscuit. You can’t just wait until you confirm it. If you do, it will get cold...

Inner Voice B: Lu Chen, you have to take responsibility for your actions!

Inner Voice A: Lu Chen...

……

In the end, Inner Voice A’s "What if in 50 years you regret not having the guts to kiss her?" steadied my resolve. I don’t want to regret it!

Alright,...