"Xiao Lin, what are you doing?" Ye Qiu was stunned, the softness on his lips still lingering, and his body tensed up.
However, Xiao Lin seemed to have discovered a new continent, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she leaned in again.
Ye Qiu both wanted to avoid her and was afraid of hurting her, but she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, making it quite difficult to break free. Suddenly, Xiao Lin used force and directly lay on top of him, her hands clasping his head, innocently asking, "Brother Ye Qiu, what are you dodging?"
Ye Qiu took a deep breath to coax her, "Xiao Lin, could you get down please?"
"No."
A line of black lines appeared on Ye Qiu's forehead: "Why? You're making Brother Ye Qiu feel a bit uncomfortable."
"Oh." Xiao Lin responded, then moved herself off Ye Qiu's body, but her hands didn't move.
"What does Xiao Lin want to do?"
"Kiss Brother Ye Qiu."
Ye Qiu freed a hand to touch her head: "Why do you want to kiss me?"
