Yu Xiao'ai was in a daze. "Huh? What did you say? Louder, please."
"Never mind if you didn't hear it clearly," Guo Jinchen said.
But Yu Xiao'ai wouldn't let it go. She stopped walking, holding his hand, coquettishly swaying back and forth, and said, "Say it again, I'll listen carefully."
Guo Jinchen looked down at her. She slightly tilted her small face upward, her bright eyes full of expectation, smiling like a blossoming flower at him. At this moment, he was infected by her smile, genuinely liking her from the bottom of his heart, thinking she was the most wonderful girl in the world.
He didn't speak but answered with actions instead, gently holding her shoulders, lowering his head, and lightly imprinting a kiss on her lips.
Guo Jinchen didn't know why he suddenly kissed Xiao'ai. He only knew that when he touched her soft lips, kissing her fragrance, his heart pounded wildly, longing for further contact.
At that instant, he was certain of his inner feelings.