"L-Lovesick Heartbreak Red..."
Wang Zhao looked up at the miraculous red-and-white flower drifting around him and Bibi Dong. His mouth went dry, and his feelings were too complicated to put into words.
Surprise, excitement, exhilaration, and love that grew ever hotter and more intense...
In the end, it all condensed into one sentence:
"Sister Dong'er, Dong'er, I love you!"
Bibi Dong slowly raised her head and met his burning gaze. Her eyes rippled like autumn waters.
"Wang Zhao, my Xiao Zhao, I love you too!"
"Mmph..."
The next moment, their emotions overflowing, the man and woman kissed fiercely.
Wang Zhao's movements were domineering, while Bibi Dong, despite being older, was unusually inexperienced.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong pushed Wang Zhao.
Wang Zhao pulled back slightly, drawing out a glistening thread of saliva that hung in the air.
Bibi Dong's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was somewhat hurried. She took a moment to steady herself.
A trace of surprise mingled with the strange look on Wang Zhao's face as he softly said, "Sister Dong'er, you..."
Bibi Dong blinked, her gaze gentle.
"It was my first kiss."
Wang Zhao said nothing more. His arm around Bibi Dong's slender waist tightened, and he instinctively lowered his head again, intending to claim those delicious, tempting red lips.
To his surprise, Bibi Dong stopped him with a finger.
Wang Zhao looked at her in confusion. Bibi Dong's gaze gradually turned dangerous, carrying a meaningful gleam.
"But why are you... so practiced?"
Wang Zhao swallowed and pressed his lips together without speaking.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong put on an astute expression, as though she had already figured everything out, and pressed on.
"I know. It's Xiao Die, right?"
"You and her have been inseparable for more than ten years. I saw through your relationship long ago. I...