Just as Ning Xia thought she was going to die from lack of oxygen, Bo Siyan finally released her.
His forehead rested against hers, the heat making Ning Xia's heart pound uncontrollably.
After a while, when both had calmed down, Bo Siyan affectionately scraped Ning Xia's nose with his long finger, his voice still hoarsely damp, "Don't worry, no matter what you're like, my mother will like you."
"Ah?"
"Because... it's you I like."
Sweet bubbles of joy started to form in her heart, Ning Xia blinked her fan-shaped eyelashes, curving her lips into a light arc.
She silently cursed, "Sweet talker."
After straightening out Ning Xia's clothes, Bo Siyan took her hand and walked towards the cemetery, heading in the direction of the tombstone.
Before they entered, Ning Xia had thought this place was a residence, as the brick-red tiles outside didn't reveal that it was a cemetery.
And she hadn't expected... that Bo Siyan's biological mother had already passed away.
