At this moment, people outside are busy climbing the mountain, while those inside are busy kissing and falling in love.
As it turns out, when kissing, there is a real possibility that both hands might subconsciously reach for some unspeakable areas.
But such impulses can indeed be resisted.
Jiang Beiyu caught the wandering hand at his waist and symbolically bit the girl's lip lightly as a form of punishment.
"What are you touching?" His voice was a bit hoarse.
Su Nanzhi looked up: "Can't I touch?"
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Why is she so confident?
Jiang Beiyu sighed, pinched her little belly, and upon not pinching any fat, felt even more melancholic.
"Are we not going to keep kissing?" Su Nanzhi asked.
Jiang Beiyu remained silent, only speaking after a moment: "No more kissing, I need to calm down."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
She gracefully got off Jiang Beiyu's lap, still looking at him with those innocent eyes.
Jiang Beiyu was indeed a bit flustered.
But mostly sweet.
