The car returned to the old house, and as she was about to get out, the man grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go, preventing her from leaving.
She looked at him, puzzled...
Qiao Yiyang's gaze was deep as he watched her for a while before slowly leaning in, his burning eyes fixed on her lips.
Lin Xinlan knew he wanted to kiss her, and she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous; her arms also tightened slowly, hugging the child in her arms closer.
Her emotions affected Xiaocong, who clung to her body, his little hands gripping her clothes tightly.
However, his reaction went unnoticed by everyone.
Qiao Yiyang's face neared hers until their noses were almost touching.
Lin Xinlan didn't move, she closed her eyes slightly, and then, with a gaze deep as the ocean, he kissed her—a dragonfly skimming the water—on her lips.
He did not go any deeper; he only gently caressed her lips.
He let her go, smiling fondly as he stroked her head, "You're too tense."
