Zhou Bei: "Is there?"
Lu Jingyang very seriously: "There is."
With that, he began to help her smooth her hair with a serious face.
Just watching Lu Jingyang silently, thinking about his anger just now, Zhou Bei's heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate, and she couldn't take her eyes off his face.
As she looked and pondered, she suddenly remembered their last intimate encounter.
That time, they were both sober, Lu Jingyang was a bit impatient, and neither of them was quite skilled yet.
After staring at Lu Jingyang for quite a while and seeing him finally remove his hands from her head, Zhou Bei asked, "Jingyang, do I look pretty?"
He had said she looked pretty in the car just now, and it embarrassed her.
At Zhou Bei's question, Lu Jingyang earnestly said, "You look pretty."
Lu Jingyang said she looked pretty, and Zhou Bei leaned forward, quickly kissing Lu Jingyang on the lips.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't really a kiss; she just bumped into Lu Jingyang's mouth.