Although Mianmian didn't know why she wanted to give Yang Xian a lucky kiss, since the idea came to her, she decided she had to do it. Her mother said this was intuition reminding her of something.
After all, she could no longer see Yang Xian's fate.
When Yang Xian heard he was going to be kissed, he glanced at the onlookers nearby, his face turning a bit red.
He felt his skin was rather dark, and maybe no one would notice, so he whispered, "No need to kiss..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mianmian tiptoed, cupped his face, and planted a kiss on him.
"Alright, off you go, Mianmian is going to continue brushing her teeth!"
As her voice faded, the little rascal was already scampering back to the bathroom.
Yang Xian stood up and started to leave.
The last time he was kissed like this was ten years ago, by his parents.
Su Chenjin noticed that this kid, Yang Xian, started to walk in an uncoordinated manner after being kissed by his little auntie.
