"Oh, that's not funny!"
Yan Se looked down and away in a certain direction. "What do you think is the hardest thing to accept for a man?"
Lu Bai did not want to answer the question. But her hand was holding onto his face, and he could not close his eyes; otherwise, it would only show that he was wimpy. He had no choice but to look straight back at her.
Her lips were neither thick nor thin; they were lustrous with stains of cherry water.
Her lips trembled from the anger, and that distracted Yan Se for a moment.
"Are you not talking?"
Not getting his response, she suddenly leaned over and kissed him, covering his lips with her open mouth.
It was sweet—cherry-flavored.
Lu Bai was wide-eyed, and his chest heaved up and down.
There went his first kiss.
But little did he know that it was also Yan Se's first kiss. His lips seemed to be a delicious pudding in the eyes of some foodie.
