Without waiting for Yun Xiangxiang to fly into a rage, Song Mian leaned down and gently touched her forehead. "I'm here to see you. It's happiness, not hard work."
All the pent-up feelings disappeared in an instant. Yun Xiangxiang would never admit that her little heart was being teased by Song Xiangxiang, and she started to get restless again.
Yun Xiangxiang stood on tiptoe, quickly pecked his mouth, then ran away. After running for a distance, she smiled happily like a little mouse that had stolen rice. "It sounds so sweet. I'll try it to see if it's really sweet."
Trying to flirt with him? Song Mian raised his dark eyebrows. "How can you taste it if you just try it a little?"
