He bowed his head and gave Yan Qingsi another kiss on the lips. "Thank goodness I came then. Otherwise, my mother would have another excuse to use me as the butt of her jokes if she knew about it."
Ji Mianmian observed the two embracing each other without reservations. Her heart twanged a sour note. 'My goddess…my goddess has a boyfriend. How sad.'
However…
"Boss, Miss Qingsi, don't you two feel hot?"
It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, but the heat showed no signs of subsiding. A brief exposure to the sun had already made her feel dizzy with heat. How did these two clasp each other so tightly and not feel a thing?
Did falling in love made a person so happy that they were immune to such blistering weather?
Ji Mianmian found it hard to understand them.
