Xiao Jie did not refuse the sudden kiss. With his current speed of reaction and perception as an Immortal, he could have easily avoided An Ran's approach with even a slight shift of his body. But he didn't do that.
He quietly felt the softness, carrying a hint of the mortal world's warmth and determination. The sensation... wasn't bad, offering a rare, lively air of "human" nature. But that's all it was, like tasting a cup of clear tea, recognizing its flavor without causing much ripple in his heart, nor any thrilling heartbeat. To him, it was more like a special symbol with warmth, an overly enthusiastic gesture expressing extreme excitement and gratitude between friends.
When the two separated, looking at An Ran's flushed face, flickering eyes, seemingly embarrassed by her bold action, Xiao Jie couldn't help but smile lightly.
