"Of course not. It's just a kiss, no big deal," Shi Yan said stiffly, unable to refute Xia Liang's words because she was the one who had uttered them in the first place.
"No big deal?" Xia Liang raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Then let's continue."
"Ah? No—" Shi Yan's mouth was sealed again, and of course, she couldn't finish her sentence.
***
The next day, Xia Liang didn't wake up until noon.
Last night, he and Shi Yan had drunk too much at the bar, enough to make Shi Yan's memory a bit patchy. Xia Liang, of course, was unaffected. Shi Yan maintained a calm facade, acting as if it were all no big deal, but Xia Liang clearly saw the shyness in the depths of her eyes.
She was just a young girl, yet she always put on the airs of a strong woman, which made her quite an interesting character.
After getting up and washing up, Xia Liang checked his watch.
Time to head to the Magic Troupe.
