Just as Nian Xiaomu's face squirmed, she got up and prepared to end this awkward scene.
The next second, a tiny piece of shadow appeared from above, where her head was.
"Pretty sister, why are you squashing my Daddi?" asked a young, tender voice. That question had the effect of a thunderclap right beside the ears!
As Nian Xiaomu looked up, Xiao Liuliu's adorable little face came right up in front of her.
A pair of huge and blinking eyes, with a lost and surprised look, stared back at them.
"It is not squashing… Xiao Liuliu, listen to sister…"
"Plop—-"
Before she had the chance to steady her body, Nian Xiaomu plopped right back onto the man's chest in a state of panic. Her cherry-like lips planted right onto his thin lips…
It was a familiar breath, so overbearing, strong, and accompanied with a faint, minty scent.
