Suddenly, a soft, warm sensation enveloped her lips. Wan Xian'Er's pupils constricted as her whole body went taut. In that instant, she even stopped breathing.
THUMP-THUMP... THUMP-THUMP...
Her heart felt as if it would leap from her chest. Wan Xian'Er's beautiful eyes fluttered shut instinctively, and her tense body finally relaxed. Her hands, which had stopped on Mu Chen's chest from her earlier pounding, now slid down to wrap tightly around his waist. The kiss went from passive to active. In front of so many people, Wan Xian'Er shamelessly poured out three years of longing and accumulated pain, completely ignoring the stunned expressions of everyone in the square.
In the air, all but Wan Xianlin and Wan Xianzhong looked away. The other six Elders gazed up at the sky. Cang Mei remarked with a complicated expression, "Young people these days are so bold. It seems we're really getting old."
