After successfully kissing the cat, Xiang Yi revealed a satisfied expression. The corners of her lips curled up, her eyes glistening with stars.
—[Sister, you can use my face too!]
—[Who doesn't love that??]
—[Suddenly, I feel like the term "Vase Fairy" is not that derogatory...]
To her side, Yan Nai was stunned.
A sudden gust of wind blew over the climbing roses that had made their way onto the summer pavilion, their petals falling slowly. The scene was that of a slow-motion sequence in a movie.
When the girl wasn't smiling, she maintained a calm temperament. But when she smiled, it was bright and vigorous. Her side profile was delicate; her nose and lips were exquisite when forming a smile—bright and beautiful.
Yan Nai felt his heart pounding as his ears turned red.