"Don't worry, it's just us here. You two just answer freely. Once we step out of this door, we promise not to mention it to anyone else," Sang Youyou said.
"That's right!" The others joined in teasingly.
Shen Zhaozhao glanced at Sheng Chuyi. "We used to play together a lot when we were little."
"So what?"
Shen Zhaozhao didn't know how to answer that question, and finally, it was Sheng Chuyi who smiled and said, "She used to kiss me a lot when she was in kindergarten."
"Wow!" The room burst into teasing cheers instantly.
"Look at you, Shen Zhaozhao, I didn't expect you to be so forward."
Shen Zhaozhao: ...
There went her reputation!
Sang Youyou smirked, "Childhood doesn't count. Let's talk about when you grew up. When was your first kiss?"
All eyes turned to Sheng Chuyi, who had written on his card: "The summer of eighth grade."
While Shen Zhaozhao's card read: "Junior year of high school."
