"Oh my god, she kissed him, just went ahead and kissed him like that?"
"Miao Feng, my goddess, how could you just kiss him? Wasn't it supposed to be a toast with tea instead of wine?"
"Exactly, we didn't tell you to thank him like this!"
Watching as Miao Feng's small lips touched Ye Qiu's face, the students went wild, howling one after another.
Even those who were jeering earlier started to slap themselves fiercely.
Damn it, why do we say random things for nothing?
Ye Qiu didn't even insist on a thank you, why pressure Miao Feng?
A tea toast was agreed upon, how did it become a kiss...
Faced with the students' wails, Miao Feng blushed intensely, her face burning like fire, she tightened her grip on Ye Qiu's hand and whispered, "Isn't this how it's done in movies?"
"In movies, they kiss lips, not cheeks," a boy shouted desperately.
"Huh?" Miao Feng looked nervously at Ye Qiu, overwhelmed and unsure what to do.
