Chapter 151 Cheng, when was your first kiss?

Sang Qian's face suddenly turned red as she turned to look at Ji Chengzhou.

Ji Chengzhou, with his tall, slender frame, was lazily leaning on the sofa, one hand resting on the back of the sofa behind Sang Qian, the other casually placed on his long leg, with a cigarette, handed by someone, wedged between his fingers, looking both noble and relaxed.

Seeing Sang Qian looking at him, he slightly hooked the corner of his lips, his deep eyes gazing at her, as if saying, "What are you looking at me for? It's your turn."

Sang Qian glared at him annoyedly. It was him who insisted on kissing, yet now he had an air of indifference.

Indeed, if men were reliable, pigs could climb trees.

She turned around and noticed that everyone's eyes were fixed on her; she really couldn't face admitting in front of so many people that they had just kissed in the balcony, a public area.

"I'll drink," Sang Qian said, picking up the cup from the table and bringing it to her lips.