Inside the post station.
Xiao Yi looked at the faint handprint on Lin Bingxin's face and said with a bitter smile, "Remember to apply medicine when you get back, otherwise, it won't look good if it swells tomorrow!"
"Mhm, mhm, mhm!"
Lin Bingxin obediently nodded, her eyes slightly squinted, looking like two crescent moons.
Xiao Yi said, "Get some rest early!"
"Xiao Yi... brother..."
Lin Bingxin mustered up her courage and called out.
Xiao Yi was startled and turned back, only to have two fair hands cup his face directly, followed by a pair of red lips pressing onto his.
Buzz!
Xiao Yi's mind went blank.
Fuck!
What's happening?
By the time he came back to his senses, Lin Bingxin's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Only the faint warmth and fragrance on his lips reminded him that what had just happened was not an illusion. Xiao Yi touched his lips, his face filled with distress, "What does this mean..."
He turned back.
