"What's the point of a man being so tall?" Miao Zhu said, "The Crown Prince is tall enough, and the Crown Princess Consort is considered tall for a woman. But when they kiss, it's tiring for the Crown Princess Consort to tilt her head up. Song Guo is an inch shorter than you, and I think that's a plus point!"
Besides, Song Guo isn't short either; he's quite tall among men.
Ruofeng almost dropped his jaw: "A plus, a plus point?"
The two inside the carriage were also stunned by the conversation.
Ye Yiheng withdrew his hand, pecked Leng Yu Yan's lips hard, and hoarsely asked, "Is this tiring?"
Looking at his fingers glistening with moisture, a blush quickly spread across Leng Yu Yan's cheeks, rendering her speechless.
She grabbed his lapel and pressed herself directly against his chest.
The man pinched her waist, holding her even tighter.
Outside the carriage, Ruofeng's extremely dissatisfied voice came again: "With all your experience, you must have kissed before, right?"
