You're mine, I'm yours.
The simple oath was gently but overbearing.
The gentle kiss was not as strong as before, nor was it as a dragonfly skimming through the water. The attachment of two people to each other lingered in it.
This was the kiss of true love. Sima You Yue thought.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, she was actually absent minded. Wu Lingyu clasped her head and deepened the kiss.
She, who had her mind elsewhere, lost her way into the gentle ocean with his rhythm.
After kissing for a while, he let go of her, but when he saw her delicate red lips, he couldn't help kissing her again.
But Sima You Yue took advantage of this time to recover and thumped him gently on the shoulder. She sheepishly said, "Third Aunt and Little Seven are still in front!"
Feeling the two people snickering in the distance, Wu Lingyu kissed her lips again before letting go of her, but he didn't let go of her hands and turned to hold her hands.
