The two entered the emergency exit, and Fu Shiyan suddenly embraced her, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess with me."
An Yan was somewhat tired; she leaned her head on Fu Shiyan's shoulder, "Your father was just angry that you defended me, so there's no need to apologize. It was me who caused you trouble."
"You have never been trouble to me; you are my sweet indulgence."
An Yan looked up at him with her small face, "Why are you so sweet-talking?"
"You accuse me without even tasting, that seems like you are trying to please me."
An Yan's arms wrapped around the man's neck, and he, taking the opportunity, lifted her up and kissed her.
After a while, he asked, "Sweet?"
An Yan's little face pressed against the man's chest, "Sweet like a peach-flavored candy. But..."
"What is it?"
She sniffed the tip of her nose, "There's a scent of perfume on you, which I don't quite like."
