The taste was cool and sweet, the depth of its saccharine layers refreshing and addictive.
Yan Qingsi opened her mouth. She liked this kiss.
Yue Tingfeng released his grip on Yan Qingsi. "I like this sort of feeding even better."
…
When they got back, Mrs. Yue saw the blistering redness on Yan Qingsi's face and neck—as well as parts of skin that were sunburned—that refused to subside. "What did I tell you?" she huffed. "You should wear a cap and sunglasses. And did you not apply sunscreen? Look at your face! Doesn't it hurt? Your skin will peel off soon. Come, come. I'll give you repair cream."
Yue Tingfeng let go of Yan Qingsi. "Mom, we haven't eaten yet. Can't we have something first?"
"Oh, okay. Go over to your auntie's and bring the food back here. I'll give her some repair cream. It won't take long."
Yue Tingfeng was speechless.
Fine. He always became a servant once he went back home.
