A dragonfly touches the water lightly, parting as soon as it connects.
Xia Zhiqing's cheeks were already flushed red, like the morning glow, bright and captivating. Her heart was pounding chaotically, that was her first kiss, the feeling left her mind in turmoil.
Xia Zhining saw this scene and inexplicably clenched her hand tighter.
Chen Mo furrowed his brows slightly, pulled Xia Zhiqing into his arms by her waist, pinched her chin with two fingers, and said, "I didn't expect a poem to make Zhiqing fall for me."
Xia Zhiqing's delicate body trembled as if electrocuted, a tingling spread through her. Thinking that since she had already made up her mind, she shouldn't hesitate anymore, she said nothing but wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's neck, leaning towards those slightly cold lips once more.
Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a trace of delight in his heart. This feeling of initiative and passivity was totally different.
