Seeing Aunty Chen disappear into the house in a puff of smoke, Li Jing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in silence.
With Chen Yuran leaning against his chest, she was just looking up.
Their eyes met.
There was no shyness, no discomfort.
Instead, there was only profundity that words could not express.
Chen Yuran was not the type who blushes easily, and Li Jing was not that "innocent."
After a staring contest, Li Jing wordlessly removed his arms wrapped around Chen Yuran's waist.
Chen Yuran took the opportunity to withdraw herself and whispered.
"Let's go inside the house. And remember to think on your feet later, don't let yourself be led by the nose."
"I'll do my best."
Li Jing chuckled awkwardly, then asked softly.
"I don't even know your mother's name."
"Jiang Jingxian."
Chen Yuran responded, adding.
"Don't take what just happened too personally. My mum always acts like this."
As she spoke, she bit her lip slightly.