Jiang Yingying walked out of the Dali Temple and saw Ouyang Chengze crouching beside the carriage, fiddling with something unknown.
Jiang Yingying walked over quietly and saw he was playing with ants on the ground with a stick.
She was both amused and exasperated.
Such a grown man, yet still playing with ants.
When Jiang Yingying leaned over, she cast a small shadow on the ground, and their shadows overlapped as if they were intimately entwined.
A sly smile flickered in the man's eyes, and he pretended not to notice as he looked up: "Sister Jiang, are you done chatting?"
His lips brushed against the side of Jiang Yingying's face.
Jiang Yingying was stunned.
Was this...
A kiss?
Ouyang Chengze's eyes widened, covering his lips with an innocent look: "Sorry, Sister Jiang, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't expect you to be so close!"
He blushed: "Sister Jiang, you see, since I've kissed you, I must take responsibility..."
