Su Zhiruan was even more curious as she watched Wen Qingyu's demeanor, unable to resist the urge to tease him.
So, pretending to ponder, she took out a chicken leg and bit into it, "If you hadn't said anything, I truly wouldn't have noticed!"
"Now that you mention it, I realize that the young man earlier was also quite attractive!"
After she spoke, she was already secretly laughing in her heart.
But the next second, the man who had turned his face away suddenly spun around, cupping her small face with both hands.
In the overlap of their gazes, they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes.
The next second, Wen Qingyu leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on the corner of her lips.
The action was gentle, unladen with any desire—just a simple kiss.
"Don't think about him."
