Xia Zheng turned his head and couldn't help but be charmed by the sight of the person beside him, their cheeks reddened by the firelight. He licked his lips and slowly leaned in, trying to steal a kiss from the flushed face.
"Ouch! I'm so sorry, so sorry!"
Before he could lean in, someone's hand pushed him from behind, causing his pursed lips to be pushed aside. Xia Zheng gritted his teeth, wanting to find the person who kept apologizing and bite a hole in them.
Disturbed by that interruption, Xia Zheng steadied his mind and adjusted the angle of his mouth, about to pucker up again when Lin Yuan suddenly turned around, excitedly slapping him, "Quick, you go, you go!"
Xia Zheng was stunned, not knowing what Lin Yuan was asking him to do.
As he wondered, he saw that the girl holding the jar had already stopped, and the small urn had also been placed aside by the two men.
An old man who seemed to be the manager repeated the previous words with a smile and a bow.
