Wang Yi-An's body was average, and light weighted as he held her up, and her feet never touch the ground. Her eyes met with Yang Tian-Xu's, and he supported her body with his. They stared at each other for a brief second, still embraced in his arms, he felt his hard pound heart. Almost as if his heart could jump out of his chest, his face flushed red as his subconsciousness forced his body to lean in closer to her. He stared deep into her eyes and his mind blanked out as he became lost in her eyes.
Disregarding how Yang Tian-Xu felt, and was embarrassed about her weight, Wang Yi-An thought, “Perhaps, I'm so heavy he can't seem to hold me properly?" As her body slide down lower, Wang Yi-An knew she was a little heavier than most people her age or height. Her body was at an average well fit
