Heartbeat in the Soup’s Steam

The street after school was burned into a murky orange-red by the setting sun. Su Nian sat on the sofa in Lin Yu's home, holding the hot tea he had just handed her, yet her fingertips still trembled slightly. She had always been someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, sweating whenever she got nervous. At this moment, inside the hoodie she often wore, her back was already soaked. Lin Yu sat right beside her, so close that she could smell the clean scent of soap on him. The two had just pierced through that thin veil, laying bare the flirtation that had been hidden beneath their desks. The air was thick as honey, and every breath carried a cloying, scorching heat. Su Nian stole a glance at Lin Yu's profile, her heart pounding wildly. She knew she was now...