Young master Jiang glared at her.
Two slender hands reached towards Fu min's fair face and pinched it without much force.
"You're a girl, aren't you embarrassed to say such things?"
Jiang yuzhi was deliberately avoiding Fu Shang's question.
Because in Jiang yuzhi's heart, Fu Shang was just an interesting little girl.
He had always placed himself in the position of an elder. Even when Fu Shang claimed that she was his fan, Jiang yuzhi only treated it as a joke and did not take it to heart.
"Just now ... I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to kiss you. Don't take it to heart."
Jiang yuzhi's gaze was a little unfocused as he spoke. He did not dare to look into Fu min's eyes. His eyelashes trembled and his red lips opened and closed. The words that came out of his mouth made Fu min want to strangle him to death.
What do you mean by don't take it to heart?
"That was my first kiss," Fu Shang replied.
Jiang yuzhi's eyes became even more hollow.
