“Alright, you’ve convinced me. If we die, let’s die together.” He scratched his head. “Think positively; if we can’t be born on the same day, month, and year, then dying on the same day, month, and year would be quite romantic.” Zhang Peng picked up the food bag, his eyes closed in a drunken manner.
“I don’t want to die at all.” She glared at him, and as she turned to leave, she conveniently kicked him.
“Ouch!” he cried out in pain. “I’ve noticed you have a bit of a sadistic streak!”
Faced with his accusation, Xu Xian’en admitted nonchalantly, “Yes! I like teasing you, what about it?”
He looked at her deeply, and she responded with an expression of indifference.
Zhang Peng laughed, using his masculine advantage to pull her into his arms, then kissed her deeply. His tongue forcefully and passionately invaded her mouth, sucking on her lips until he was satisfied, then gently let her go.
Xu Xian’en, both angry and embarrassed, glared at him and wiped her mouth randomly with her hand.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Peng not only didn’t get angry but laughed heartily and continued walking forward.
“Idiot!” she muttered under her breath, but her youthful fingers couldn’t help but lightly touch her swollen lips.
Ah, he kissed her again.
Does this mean he likes her? Otherwise, why would he kiss her?
She knew she was gradually, secretly starting to like him too. She wasn’t blind to his care for her, nor was she unaware of his kindness…
But does he really like her? She wanted to know, she really, really wanted to know.
Zhang Peng, dragging his tired body, followed Xu Xian’en. They had been walking for several days now, with only the last pack of biscuits left, along with the water from two cans of vegetables they had sacrificed earlier. The thought of how far they still had to go to reach their destination made him anxious.
“En’en, where exactly are we now?” Zhang Peng asked, his face streaked with sweat as he trudged forward, the food bag on his shoulder much lighter but his worries growing heavier.
