The carriage gradually climbed to the top, but Mu Tingfeng seemed to be too nervous and fearful as he kept staring at his feet.
"We are already up here for a purpose, you can't just sit and stare at your feet."
"Hmm?" Zhao Youlin's voice suddenly rang in his ear, causing Mu Tingfeng to be momentarily absent-minded. He raised his head in puzzlement and saw a figure pouncing towards him on her own initiative.
Mu Tingfeng's eyes narrowed when his lips were suddenly snatched away. After he realized what the person beside him had done, Mu Tingfeng's tensed nerves gradually relaxed. He stretched out his hand and embraced Zhao Youlin's waist. The kiss deepened.
Zhao Youlin looked at Mu Tingfeng's clear eyes through their tightly connected lips. She smiled. She was surprised to find that the feeling of taking the initiative once in a while... seemed to be not bad.
