This kiss filled both of their hearts with happiness.
They kissed until their lips grew numb and their tongues weary, and then they slowly parted.
"Oh no, I can't take it anymore, my tongue is so sore." Xia Xue adorably stuck out her tongue, only to be seized by another opportunity as Zhang Yang captured it in his mouth.
"Ah!"
Fortunately, this time Zhang Yang was just teasing Xia Xue for fun, taking a light taste before letting her go.
"Hey, cousin, why did you and Aunt Yun hug and then both blush just now?"
Zhang Yang suddenly remembered the scene from before, feeling as if he had missed something, so he simply asked.
Xia Xue had almost forgotten about the incident; after all, it was just a little awkwardness between women, nothing to dwell on.
She hadn't expected Zhang Yang to suddenly bring it up.
"Oh, there's... there's nothing, you saw it wrong."
How could Xia Xue have the nerve to speak out, especially about her elder?
