"My mouth isn't coated with honey, what's not to like?" Jian Anning couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"How could it not be? Your mouth tastes as sweet as honey," Yu Zexiao said, his gaze falling on her glossy red lips, "When we get back, we—"
"Yu Zexiao! What nonsense are you spouting!" She suddenly objected, jumping up, only to be pulled by Yu Zexiao towards their room on the hillside outside, "Alright, alright, we can chat slowly once we get back—this isn't a good place for flirting!"
"Who's flirting with you?"
Jian Anning was dragged away by Yu Zexiao, her voice growing more distant.
Lu Jiayuan remained in place, listening as the two of them laughed and joked while heading out, and inside him, it felt as if he were being eaten alive by ants.
He finally understood what it meant to say, "I had a sincere love in front of me that I didn't treasure. Only when I lost it did I regret it deeply."