"How did it feel just now?" Pei Yuanchen asked in a low, slightly husky voice.
Ziyi bit her lip, not speaking yet, but her cheeks started to turn red.
"Not good!" she suddenly announced loudly.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a bit guilty and looked up at him sneakily, "Uncle Xiaobao... will you get mad at me and ignore me from now on?"
Pei Yuanchen didn't speak for a while.
Ziyi thought the answer was surely yes, feeling anxious and couldn't help but say, "Uncle Xiaobao, I let you kiss my lips, don't kiss there..."
Pei Yuanchen suddenly laughed, reaching out tentatively, holding onto her wrist.
Ziyi didn't struggle; she had noticed that as long as Uncle Xiaobao's eyes didn't turn blue, he wouldn't do such things to her.
She looked up at him, her expression tinged with a bit of grievance.
Pei Yuanchen poked her forehead, "Why can I kiss your lips but not there?"
"Because kissing the lips feels good... but kissing there doesn't feel good," Ziyi said honestly.
