She cradled Ji Xinghuo's face, her stunning visage leaning in.
Ji Xinghuo felt a softness and savored the sweet, heartwarming scent, reluctantly parting only after a long while.
Their gazes locked, breaths intertwined.
Ren Mian's cheeks were flushed red; clearly, her heart wasn't as bold as her actions suggested, but she managed to conceal her shyness.
"Do you understand now?"
"I do." Ji Xinghuo smiled lightly, "Sister Ren wants a taste of this tender grass."
"Nonsense." Ren Mian chided, slapping his shoulder lightly, "You little pervert, you've been making plans since the first day you saw me, don't think I didn't know, and now you're playing dumb."
"Hehe..."
Having his thoughts exposed, Ji Xinghuo, unfazed due to his thick skin, slightly tightened his embrace on Ren Mian.
Ren Mian immediately sensed something was off, her heart skipping like she had been electrocuted.
