A breathtaking face suddenly entered his vision, and he slightly came to his senses.
He had just been deeply engrossed in those kinds of thoughts.
"There's, there's nothing," Xiao Chen felt guilty for the first time.
His gaze fell on her beautiful collarbone, and his thoughts began to drift again.
"Master Chen, you're a bit off today," Yun Yue leaned in, staring intently at him.
"Is that so?" Xiao Chen recovered, pinching her chin.
"Yes, very much so," Yun Yue nodded seriously.
Xiao Chen chuckled lightly, "Then let me show you what's wrong."
Saying so, his lips covered hers, forcefully sealing her lips.
Yun Yue: "..."
On Feng Ye's side, after asking Ruan Yingtong, he found Mo Fan picking flowers in the backyard.
"Come over and pick some flowers; the blossoms are truly splendid, and they'll wilt once the sun gets harsher," Mo Fan said, trimming the flower branches.
She loved flowers, and every morning, she would pick or buy a bouquet for her room.
