"Hmm..." Tianxin glared at Chen Yiran in frustration, forcefully pushing him away from herself. She then panted and said to Chen Yiran, "This is not courtship. You're imposing your will on me!"
"Why not?" Chen Yiran replied with a small smile, looking at her, leisurely saying, "Kissing girls is also a way of courtship. Perhaps you'll fall for me because of my kiss."
"Rubbish…" Tianxin rolled her eyes at him, preparing to rebut. Unexpectedly her arm was pulled by Chen Yiran, and he embraced her and started kissing her again.
As Tianxin was lost in the kiss, a coughing sound rang out beside them:
"Ahem… kind sirs… may this humble monk pass through…"
Tianxin's body stiffened, she slowly turned her head. She saw a glossy bald head behind them, reflecting the glow of the fireworks in the sky. The elderly monk with white eyebrows and beard was bowing his head, his hands folded in prayer, speaking to them.
"I... um..." Tianxin's face instantly grew hot.
