Wen Xinya suddenly burst out laughing. Her eyes were curled up and twinkling with the refreshing innocence characteristic of a young girl—so inexplicably sweet and pure.
Wen Xinya buried herself in Si Yiyan's chest, extended her slender, swan-like neck upwards, her dazzling eyes twinkling brightly, and her tiny face filled with admiration for this man as if he was her religion that she believed in fully.
Wen Xinya took to the initiative to stretch her arm out, curled it around Si Yiyan's neck, and pecked on his cheek. "Indeed, you're really good at cheering people up."
Saying which, she couldn't help but laugh again.
Si Yiyan hugged her slim waist and curled his lips up. "I've said it before—I prefer a kiss to a peck."
Saying which, he pressed his lips on the seductive red lips just inches away from his.
This kiss was exceptionally deep and long.
