Qiao Yongyong, licking her ice cream, unashamedly said, "Have a thing for cleanliness? Great, I just love men who are clean."
Nie Yixiao sternly replied, "What else about me do you like that I should change?"
Qiao Yongyong pouted; he really is as stubborn as a rock!
But she didn't give up, casually eating her ice cream while slowly moving closer to him.
In the sunset, the handsome profile of the man was coated in a layer of golden light, resembling a perfect sculpture, magnificent yet aloof.
She suddenly forgot what she wanted to say to him, her mind swayed, and while he wasn't paying attention, she tiptoed and kissed his cheek.
"Pop—" a loud sound, splashing like water in the air!
The soft touch of her cotton candy lips was warm, making contact with his skin.
Nie Yixiao's breathing paused.
He still hadn't settled the score with her for taking advantage in the train compartment that day!
Coldly freezing the bold girl, "Qiao Yongyong, are you sick?"
