Ye Cong waited for her to open her mouth, waiting for her to say the words that he wanted to hear.
No matter what it was, as long as it was what she said, it was what he wanted to hear.
But --
In the next second, the solemn action did not seem to be the action of opening her mouth, but the tip of her toes that was slightly on Tiptoe, as well as the soft lips that landed on his lips.
Ye Cong's body was obviously a little stiff. He even forgot to move the big hand that was on her neck.
In the past, Ye Cong was the one who took the initiative to kiss. This time, Xin Ya was doing it herself. It was a little difficult, so she only stuck to his lips and did not take the next step.
Seconds and minutes passed. It was so long that her neck was slightly sore, but ye Cong still did not have the slightest reaction.
Xin Ya:"..."
The first time was a little difficult. Otherwise, she might as well forget about it.
