And at this moment, Yan Bo, who had been plotted against, was sitting on the cushion, embracing Tong Xiaohua.
"There's one minute left until the countdown, are you ready?"
After Yan Bo asked, he bowed his head and carefully straightened the clothes he had disheveled on Tong Xiaohua. Soon, only her face was left exposed.
She rolled her eyes at Yan Bo, "I've been ready for a while; it's you who kept fooling around."
Yan Bo cupped her face and planted a quick kiss on her puckered lips.
"It's not fooling around; it's being romantic!"
Tong Xiaohua didn't say a word, suddenly recalling the questions her best friend, Xiao Mi, had asked her a few days ago.
A few days earlier, because she had classes in both the morning and afternoon, Tong Xiaohua didn't go home for lunch and just got food from the school dining hall.
Xiao Mi, her best friend, naturally joined her.
After they finished eating in a corner of the dining hall, they walked outside sipping hot milk tea.