"I'll kiss you as often as you want. I'm not Lu Han, though."

"You don't need to be anyone but you." Minseo ran her fingers through Yixiao's hair, sniffling. “You’re perfect.”

“So are you.” Yixiao offered an encouraging smile and presses a soft kiss to Minseo’s lips. “Lu Han will realise this eventually and never want to leave you ever again.”

“Oh, great,” Minseo laughs, swiping her fingertips beneath her eyes. Even with his clinginess, Minseo loved him. She wished he'd try to understand better.