Bai Xuexiao walked Xi Yan home and chose not to come inside; he couldn't bear to leave her and stood by the car, holding her in his arms, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her body. "I really want to stuff you into my pocket and take you home with me to keep me company as I sleep."
"Always trying to get a little advantage with your words," Xi Yan chided, playfully hitting his shoulder, though his words also coaxed a laugh from her.
"It makes me feel a little better, fills up this empty heart of mine," Bai Xuexiao said as he caught her fingers and kissed them tenderly.
The heat of his kiss burned on the tips of her fingers. She withdrew her hand, then pushed him gently, "Okay, you should head back and get some rest early."
