Synopsis
Xian Bei had serious social anxiety. She couldn't hold eye contact long enough to get a sentence out.
But she liked someone.
She screwed up her courage, turned around, and forced herself to face him. "I-I… I l-li……" She stood there forever, face red, sweating through it.
So he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and said quietly, "Same."
—— I've tried every flavor there is. This is the only one I want.
