"I want to kiss you again, what should I do?" He looked at her with a handsome face that suddenly became incomprehensibly aggrieved and innocent, like a helpless child who didn't know what to do.
Ye Anran was again at a loss for words.
How was she supposed to respond to him?
That it was actually normal? That he used to do it all the time?
Just go ahead and kiss if you want to kiss.
"Could it be, do you think, this is a kind of illness?" His thin lips lightly pursed, his charming eyes staring at her, full of innocence.
"Of course, it can't be a disease. You're like this because you love me. You've always been like this!" Ye Anran said.
"Nevermind, I should control myself. I shouldn't be like this!" He said and abruptly moved her to one side, then placed his hands on his knees and sat in a state of nervousness.
Ye Anran again had no words.
Did it have to be like this?
