Chen Fan nodded and smiled at Aoba Asagi. "Mm, it's delicious!"
Hearing Chen Fan's praise, Aoba Asagi smiled and said somewhat proudly, "My cooking has been approved by that person. How could anything I make possibly taste bad? From now on, I'll make your breakfast and lunch. You're not allowed to eat anything that girl makes for you."
"Uh... maybe that's not necessary."
"You mean my cooking isn't good?" As she spoke, Aoba Asagi moved her face closer to Chen Fan's, her expression full of suspicion. But as she drew nearer and nearer, until they were almost touching, her face suddenly turned red. She remembered what had happened that morning. That had been her first kiss, and Chen Fan had simply stolen it from her.
The second time had been the same. Now, whenever they got close, she naturally remembered it. Even thinking about that sensation made her incredibly embarrassed, yet the feeling of comfort and happiness was addictive.
Aoba Asagi slowly closed her eyes. It was obvious that she was telling Chen Fan he could kiss her. How could Chen Fan retreat in the face of Aoba Asagi's proactive advance? Besides, her enticing red lips were right before him. Chen Fan could not help swallowing before slowly leaning closer.
Suddenly, the long bench where Chen Fan and Aoba Asagi were sitting warped. Chen Fan was quite familiar with this situation, and his arms instantly wrapped around Aoba Asagi.
Aoba Asagi froze, and her face instantly reddened. She thought Chen Fan was not satisfied with just kissing and wanted to go further. But why so suddenly? This was still school—they could not do too much here. It would be bad if they were discovered. Yet she had not considered that when she wanted to kiss Chen Fan, they had also