Still want something good?
Ran Xiangsi hummed, pouted her lips, leaned in, and kissed Xing Chen's cheek with the mouth that had just taken a bite of a hot dog.
Oily, deliberately not wiped.
Xing Chen was instantly petrified by Ran Xiangsi's mischievous act.
The feeling on his face was different from the usual cool and sweet; it seemed to carry the dual taste of hot dog and ice cream...
He was stunned for half a day. Turning his head to look at the culprit, he saw her smiling victoriously, happier than winning any prize.
In the end, he smiled helplessly, shook his head, wiped his cheek with a tissue, and teased her, "So dirty."
"You asked for something good yourself! Was once not enough? Want to go again?" Ran Xiangsi, now bold enough, knowing he has a cleanliness obsession, kissed his face full of oil deliberately.
Muttering, she made a move to lean in again.
Ran Xiangsi knew Xing Chen would definitely dodge.
