Zhao Rong didn't know where he conjured the courage of a bear and a leopard.
His hands had barely steadied as he reached for the ink jade, and he hadn't even grasped it yet when he dared to steal a kiss from Zhao Lingfei.
However, a second ago, the tender and bashful lowering of her head and her blooming smile on her profile made it impossible for Zhao Rong to restrain himself.
His heart trembled.
The brilliant smile of Qing Jun, long lost to his childhood, was now within arm's reach. How could he restrain himself?
Therefore, without thinking, Zhao Rong leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Zhao Lingfei's smiling face.
The woman he wanted to grow old with—how could he not kiss her?
His kiss was blatant, especially since class hadn't started yet, and Teacher Yuan and the eldest senior brother had not yet arrived.
Zhao Rong felt completely justified.
What?
There were many Fu Yao Mansion students around, including that Miss Ye from just now—they were all watching?
