"Give me a goodnight kiss." Zhao Mengmeng boldly propped herself up on Pei Chenyang's body.
Pei Chenyang's hand pressed against her as he leaned in without demur.
Zhao Mengmeng is a daring girl, unafraid to act on her impulses, which, in this case, couldn't possibly be more fitting.
"Okay." The voice disappeared between their lips and teeth.
But it was Zhao Mengmeng who opened her eyes with surprise.
She always felt that something was off just now.
How come it felt like she had touched a net? Had she made a mistake?
At this moment, her movements became more deliberate, causing Pei Chenyang to come back to his senses slightly.
Realizing Zhao Mengmeng's intention, Pei Chenyang silently exclaimed in alarm, how did she realize something was amiss?
"What's wrong?" Pei Chenyang pulled away, asking stiffly with a forced smile.
"Are you wearing a wig or something? I feel like I touched it?" Zhao Mengmeng got up, looking suspiciously at Kus's head.
