Song Xiangsi didn't want to be rational, she wanted to give in to her impulse for once.
She deepened the kiss, indulging in the moment.
Her lips tasted the same as in Xu Jiamu's memory. Blood gushed into his brain, and after freezing for three whole minutes, he finally returned her kiss.
She tighten her grip on his neck, pressing herself deeper into his embrace.
Surrounded by passers-by, they continued to be immersed in their passionate kiss. After a long while, Song Xiangsi separated her lips from his. Staring into his eyes, she said, "Jiamu, I'm not married."
Xu Jiamu stilled, excitement slowly spreading within him, what did not married mean? The next moment, a hard to explain sense of joy drowned out the excitement. Before he could confirm what she meant, she continued, "And, Little Red Bean isn't three, she's two and a half years old."
Xu Jiamu went blank, unable to process the meaning of her words.