Mu Xingye held Xia Pengpeng tightly, his heart stabbing with pain. Suddenly, he lifted her chin and, before she could continue speaking, he sealed her small mouth with a kiss.
He didn't want to listen anymore! He didn't want to hear any more!
Xia Pengpeng's heart had long been cracked and numb with pain.
The kiss from Mu Xingye was like a rainstorm, thoroughly soothing her cracked heart.
Gradually, the once scarred heart began to heal bit by bit.
The depths of her heart regained a lush green, even the scent of flowers...
Slowly, she raised her hands, enclosing his waist, and awkwardly responded to his kiss.
Mu Xingye was taken aback, his whole body stiffening.
He had thought that her response was just his own delusion.
Xia Pengpeng, straining on her tiptoes, clutched tightly at the clothes around Mu Xingye's waist. When he suddenly stopped moving, she became even more bewildered and clumsily nibbled a few times...
