Su Wanxin's mind buzzed, and by the time she realized he was spouting flirtatious nonsense again, she took a deep breath and turned her head to look at him.
Then she was kissed straight on.
There were people around them, but Fu Shihan didn't go too far, lightly touching her lips with a dragonfly-like kiss, and then watching her annoyed expression with a smile.
Her face was red, and so were her ears.
Su Wanxin clenched her fists, wanting to explode in anger and punch him, but the setting wasn't suitable, so she had to let it go.
From a distance, Lu Ci watched this scene, took a sip of his drink, and smiled thoughtfully.
Such a long-absent scene.
The story of the Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit never gets old.
Haven't seen Fu Shihan's genuine smile for so long, three years's time almost made Lu Ci forget that Fu Shihan was capable of smiling.
Not that calculating cold smirk, nor that hypocritical polite smile. It was truly because he was in a good mood, a happy smile.
