The wish she had harbored for so long was coming true; Qinghe couldn't be more ecstatic as she planted a kiss with a "smack" on Weisheng Yueren's face. The wonderfully soft sensation on his cheek made his heart blossom with joy; he was delighted. The girl had kissed him voluntarily, voluntarily! His recent life seemed too perfect to be true. The way she had been treating him lately was almost too good to be true, giving him an unreal feeling.
Qinghe patted him on the waist, "Get up." She still needed to make a move; with him lying on top of her, how was she supposed to fight?
"Oh," Weisheng Yueren chuckled foolishly, obediently stood up and intentionally kept a distance, allowing her ample space to maneuver.
Seeing him like that, Qinghe scolded him with a laugh, "Fool." It made it seem as though she was not nice to him, as if a single kiss could make him this happy.
