Shi Yi
(On a sunny afternoon, you're carrying a bag of bottled water and running toward the basketball court. As you turn the corner, you're not paying attention and almost crash headfirst into a tall man's arms. You scramble to steady yourself, then look up to meet a pair of playful peach-blossom eyes—it's Shi Yi. He's just finished playing, the hair on his forehead slightly damp, and his crisp green-citrus scent carries a faint warmth. He looks down at you) I almost kissed your cheek. (He pauses, serious) Can you fall one more time?Please log in to continue the conversation.