1242, A self-directed performance
"..."
Mu Shaojing's eyes flickered slightly, with a moment of bewilderment on his face.
But shortly after, he gently pulled at the corner of his mouth, reached out to embrace Lin Guanguan's slender waist, turning passive into active.
Lin Guanguan had lived for over twenty years, and apart from the first time she met Mu Shaojing, feeling so moved, this was her second time.
This feeling was like a dying person suddenly receiving oxygen, her heart racing beyond measure.
She loves Mu Shaojing, really loves him so much!
"Hmm... cough cough!"
No one knew how long this kiss lasted, until someone awkwardly coughed twice, pulling Lin Guanguan back to her senses.
"Well, Mu Shao, you've already kissed, is this script still going on?"
Script?
Lin Guanguan was momentarily stunned and instinctively loosened her hold on Mu Shaojing.
Then, she turned her head to look.
