ღ Chapter Nine ღ     Early June     Kris was seriously just too tall, and I was forever trying to play catch-up. I was 5ft 6in (pretty solid for an asian female)in flat shoes, and nothing past 5ft 10 in my tallest heels. Kris, however, easily stood at 6ft 2, towering over me. Today was like no other, and he smirked at my black peep toe boots with a twinkle in his eye.   "New shoes?" he teased, slinging an arm around me.    "You like them?" I glared back, rolling my eyes. "I swear, Kris Wu. I owned maybe 3 pairs of heels when we started dating and now my closet is full of them."    He bit his lip, looking a bit guilty, but I just smiled. Since I had matured and now worked in a professional setting, I would have ended up wearing heels most of the time anyway. Dating a giant like Kris just gave me more of a reason.   Kris opened the passenger side door for me like a gentlemen, and I slid in.    I was buckling my seat belt when I felt Kris' hand on my cheek, turning my head a little. "New earrings, too?" he asked, breath soft on my neck.   I nodded, slowly.    There was a pause as Kris just stared at my new diamond studs. Then he reached out, and took out the left stud.    "What are you doing?" I asked, pouting.    "I like them," he replied, reaching towards his own ear. "I'm wearing this one."   As Kris started the car and pulled into Beijing traffic, I couldn't help but smile at his side profile.    I loved everything about Kris, from his thin set mouth to his angry bird brows that were partly hidden by a low hat. Now, we were wearing matching earrings to some degree.   Like I've mentioned before...although Kris was in a "public" relationship, our relationship was by no means one for the public to ogle.   So this was how Kris and I dated: with hoodies, hats, masks, and sunglasses. Tonight, since we were going out for dinner, Kris was dressed in his usual back jeans, and had thrown on a black fitted jacket over a plain white v-neck. He wore a hat pulled low ever his blond hair, and a pair of sunglasses, even in the dark.    "We're a little late for the reservation but we should be okay," he commented as we went into the restaurant.   We were, as usual, seating at a back table. Kris had his back to the rest of the restaurant, and he kept his hat on throughout the meal.  The waiter, Zhang Zhen, knew us quite well, and di