Her smile was radiant, warmer than the sun in spring, and her eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.
"This is not enough." Mo Siyu lowered his head to meet her gleaming eyes and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were as soft and tender as cotton candy, and even sweeter than sugar.
Mo Siyu couldn't bear to move away after just one kiss.
Tang Yue was feeling pitiful, covering her redder lips, a look of distress on her face. Now she was sure her mother would notice when she went out.
Had she lost all sense of shame?
Tang Yue covered her face and, seeing Mo Siyu's smile, couldn't help but punch his solid chest with her fist, reproachfully saying, "Mo Siyu, it's all your fault."
