Nangong Xiao's face turning red really was adorable and beautiful; even Di Yimo couldn't help but be captivated for a moment.
His originally somewhat stern eyes were instantly tinged with a bit of softness, as he couldn't help but soften his voice, saying, "You kissed me with your tongue—that's how you swept the sweetness from my mouth into yours. Girl, you used a French kiss."
As Di Yimo spoke, a certain expression appeared on his face that Nangong Xiao couldn't quite describe—but felt awfully embarrassed. If she had to describe it, she guessed it was something like ambiguity.
Damn, how young are they, already knowing about ambiguity!
Nangong Xiao wished she could just die; her little face grew even redder. Oh, for crying out loud, why bring that up!
