Xie Qingying's movements were gentle and swift.
She tiptoed, held He Zhichu's cheek, and pecked his thin lips like a dragonfly skimming the water.
His lips were not as cold as he looked. They were warm and smooth like lychee jelly.
He Zhichu did not turn his head. He stood motionlessly in front of the dining table WHILE still holding the unfinished cigarette in one hand.
He looked down at Xie Qingying. From this angle, he could see that Xie Qingying's pretty face was somewhat similar to Gu Nianzhi's...
His heart softened and he did not push her away in time.
After Xie Qingying finished kissing him, she immediately let go of him and took a step back. She tapped her lips with her finger and said mischievously, "A belated new year's kiss. Consider it my new year's gift to you. Happy New Year, He Zhichu."
He Zhichu responded with a simple "hmm" and did not say anything else. His expression was still as calm as ever.
