"Xiaxia, you're making it impossible for me not to misbehave!" Ye Zi'an said, wrapping his arms around her and chuckling.
"I never said you couldn't misbehave."
Yang Chuxia murmured, resting her head on Ye Zi'an's shoulder.
Ye Zi'an, overwhelmed with laughter at her remark, gently let go of her arms. He held Yang Chuxia's chin with one hand, flashed her a smile, and slowly lowered his head.
Yes, he moved slowly, and luckily so.
"Cough, cough!"
The worst kind of person is one who interrupts others, and it's even worse when they're completely oblivious to what they're doing.
Hearing the sound, Ye Zi'an quickly lifted his head. Yang Chuxia pushed him away, and they locked eyes. Both found embarrassment and helplessness in each other's gaze.
"Old Mu, why did you have to show up at this time?"
As Yang Chuxia posed the question, she thought to herself, 'Someone has already witnessed us, there's no escaping the ridicule. Might as well brazen it out and catch him off guard.'
