His voice was a bit louder now, and Ji Anning, who was anxious, wanted to reach out and cover his mouth, but she dared not.
"Uncle, please stop talking," she pleaded.
From the corner of her eye, she kept watching the headmaster, who was seriously fiddling with his tea set, his back to them.
"You could kiss me to seal my lips," Ji Chicheng said with a curved, smiling lip.
His lips were rosy and slightly curved, so gentle.
Ji Anning felt like she was about to collapse, her eyebrows knit together in vexation.
Suddenly, the man's head leaned in, and his lips gently brushed against the corner of her mouth, the soft, cool touch brought Ji Anning not only shock but also palpitations.
Her eyes wide and face flushed, she looked at the man who had resumed an indifferent expression, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. How could he seem so at ease? How could he be so calm?
The white shirt on him was still so white, his brows and eyes still picturesque, giving him an ethereal aura.
