Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: There Are Three Words I Want to Say to You (4)
In his heart, it felt like a suppressed volcano had erupted in an instant. He had a strong urge to hold her tight and kiss her.
“Nevergotthisclose,causeIwasalwaysafraidIwouldfall (I’ve never been this close to you, because I was always worried I would fall in love)
Butnowiknow,thatI’llfallrightin-toyourarms… (But now I know, I want to fall right into your arms)
…”
Raising his hand, Andre’s hand trembled slightly as it landed on her cheek.
Her skin was even smoother than he imagined, as smooth as the finest jade, yet softer than jade itself…
“It’s too crowded here…”
Feeling the touch of his hand, Chongchong’s lips stiffened, and she instinctively raised her face to look at Andre.
She subconsciously held her breath as their lips drew closer, feeling his breath becoming more overpowering, and her lips trembled slightly.
Finally, his lips touched hers.
“Chongchong.” Andre called her name with a hoarse voice, “I…”
“Wow!”
Cheers drowned out his voice as the big lights came on, and someone threw petals. Red roses fell from midair, landing on Chongchong’s cheek and sliding to her lips.
The couple’s companions crowded around them, squeezing them out of the dance floor. They too were pushed apart, as a group of young people laughed and left the bar. The bar patrons returned to their seats. Standing in the light, Chongchong and Andre froze for a moment, then realized their awkward situation.
Chongchong licked her lips, smiling at Andre not far away.
“Shall we… go back too?”
“Alright.”
Andre walked over to her, and together they returned to their seats.
They looked at each other, both feeling a bit awkward, and each picked up their glass to take a sip of beer, wanting to moisten their somewhat dry lips and tongues, only to feel the strong alcohol burning their hearts.
“I’ve… I’ve never… that… you know?!”
She spoke awkwardly, not even knowing what she was saying herself.
“Proposal?”
“Yes… proposal.”
Feeling her voice was strange, Chongchong took another gulp of beer, and because she drank too quickly, she couldn’t help but cough.
“Are you okay?” Andre hurriedly handed her a tissue.
She reached out for the tissue, accidentally brushing his fingers. Both their fingertips made a faint snapping sound, as if pricked by needles, leaving half their palms tingling.
Chongchong raised the corners of her lips, “There’s… static electricity, it’s too dry here.”
Andre’s gaze swept over her face. He lifted his glass to his mouth, took a sip, raised his face to speak, but lost the courage he had moments ago.
Lifting his glass, he took another big mouthful of beer.
“You… just now…” Chongchong bit her lip, finally raising her face, “Did you want to say something to me just now?”
…
…
Good afternoon.