"It's fine, it's fine..." Yuncui frantically waved her hands, excusing herself, "Actors often kiss in plays, right? I know it's all fake!"
It's all fake, it doesn't count... But even if it doesn't count, it was still a first kiss.
Yuncui felt a twinge of shame. She had imagined her first kiss countless times; perhaps it would be under a sunset, amidst fireworks, under a starry sky, in a movie theater, or at an amusement park—a natural and destined kiss.
The person would definitely be considerate, definitely gentle, definitely someone worth pouring her heart and soul into.
But fantasy and reality always have a wide gap; her first kiss wasn't that romantic and was gone so easily. She hadn't even considered her first-kiss partner, a boy three years her junior, whom she had always treated as her little brother.
Maybe, she shouldn't have been so hasty. She didn't need to participate in the subsequent tests; she didn't have to kiss Shen Mochen and carelessly give away her first kiss.
