"Teacher, don't you want to kiss? Do you still remember that time? You were facing the mirror..."
Xiaoquan Aonai reached out and took the kitchen knife from the cutting board, "Facing the mirror?"
Dubian Che raised his hand, "Nothing, nothing at all."
"Those things are not to be mentioned, got it?"
"Understood."
It seemed that for Xiaoquan Aonai, those memories were quite shameful, topics that were absolutely forbidden to be brought up.
Xiaoquan Aonai put down the knife and let out a breath as if she were switching personalities.
"First in school, one hug; first in the nation, three hugs," she said, then turned back around to continue processing the asparagus.
Only then did she realize that the remnants on the cutting board included parts that were not needed, and the shopping bag hanging off the side of the board, serving as a trash bag, contained a few needed parts.
Those mistakes were made when Dubian Che had been hugging her, her brain overheated and unable to think.
