"It's tasty, yes, but I ate too quickly just now to taste it..."
With a flushed face, Xia Xinyu echoed Chen Yuan's earlier comment.
However, she didn't understand why he was still laughing after she had spoken.
It was only after realizing that the "tasty" he referred to wasn't the Swiss roll that she quickly turned her face aside, completely avoiding his gaze.
But on the other side, her face, flushed to the extreme and now unfit for others to see, wasn't something that could recover so quickly.
That kiss, or rather the gentle licking at the corner of her mouth, was only now truly registering with her, leaving her to savor the aftertaste.
It was so very sweet.
"You're so cute, our Xinyu,"
And then, seizing the moment, the boy playfully complimented her with a chuckle, his tone so indulgent, it was almost too much, as if he was treating her like a child.
What do you mean, 'our Xinyu'...
How did it become 'our'.