Xia Zheng stared with wide eyes at the suddenly enlarged face before him, somewhat bewildered. When did Lin Yuan, who was just listening to him across the table, get so close? And how did she suddenly kiss him?
Feeling Xia Zheng's stiffened body, Lin Yuan became a bit timid. As he kept yapping away, she had impulsively run over and sealed his lips with her own.
"Cough cough, it's nothing. I just listened to Dong Qing, that chatterbox, talk too much today; my ears are a bit tired, so I didn't want to listen to you anymore," Lin Yuan said, touching her nose and awkwardly planning to return to her chair.
Before she could move, Xia Zheng grabbed her and imprisoned her once again on his lap, his brow arched and his smile cunning as a fox, "Since your ears are tired, surely your mouth isn't, right? Then let your mouth get some exercise."
Having said that, before Lin Yuan could react, his tender yet slightly eager kiss descended upon her.
