Liu Yi, with a knowing smile, said, “Young Master Junyi, Xiaotang, you really can’t help yourselves, can you? But the garden is indeed a lovely place for such things.” Her eyes briefly glanced at Song Li, “Li, don’t you agree?” Song Li stood motionless, his face as cold as ice, staring at Fu Xiaotang before turning away without a word. Liu Yi, after a couple of steps, turned back with a chuckle, “Sorry for interrupting, please continue,” then hurried after Song Li, calling, “Li, wait for me.” Fang Junyi was inwardly furious at the interruption, their first kiss ruined. At this moment, Xiaotang’s heart was certainly in turmoil. “Fang Junjie sighed softly, took her hand, and said, ‘Let’s go,'” Fu Xiaotang stood still. Seeing Fang Junjie pulling her to leave, she suddenly lunged forward, standing on tiptoe, held his face with both hands, and gave him a firm kiss on the lips. Before Fang Junjie could react, she quickly ran away. After running about ten steps, she stopped, turned around, and waved, calling out, “Azun, let’s go eat.”
Fang Junjie felt the sweet scent of Fu Xiaotang still lingering on his lips. Seeing her smile and wave like a blooming flower, his heart eased, and he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, thinking, ‘Well, there’s plenty of time ahead.’ It was time for dinner.
