Since they were both seated, Su Yizhou didn't need to bend down. He thought Xiaoxi would just do what she did before—gently stamp his face—but this time, she headed straight for the spot right below his nose.
It was a tentative touch, a light peck on his lips that vanished as quickly as a dragonfly skimming the water.
Before Su Yizhou even had time to process it, he was left trying to savor the lingering trace.
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