"I'm not getting up."
Like a child refusing to play fair, Su Yu leaned even lower instead and whispered in her ear:
"Unless... you give me a kiss, Sister Yuehua."
Both embarrassed and annoyed, Tang Yuehua's cheeks reddened like ripe cherries. She turned her face slightly and quickly pecked the corner of his lips.
Then she immediately shut her eyes, her long lashes pressed tightly together, as though she had done something guilty and dared not look at him.
Seeing her sweet, bashful expression, Su Yu could not help chuckling. He reached out and gently held her chin:
"Sister Yuehua, this is how you kiss."
With that, he slowly leaned down and kissed her lips.
This kiss held a lingering tenderness, his lips gently caressing hers as though savoring their unique softness and sweetness.
Tang Yuehua's eyelashes trembled slightly. At first, she was still a little stiff and shy.
Under his gentle advances, her tense body slowly relaxed, and her lips parted slightly, permitting his closeness.
When the kiss ended, their noses touched, their breathing slightly uneven.
A lovely blush colored Tang Yuehua's cheeks, and a mist veiled her eyes, making her look especially alluring.
She gently pushed against Su Yu's chest, her voice carrying a trace of petulant complaint:
"Enough! No more kissing. If we keep going, you'll start doing naughty things again!"
Su Yu chuckled softly. Looking at the shimmering moisture in her eyes, his heart softened.
He did not tease her again, instead brushing a stray lock of hair away from her cheek, his fingertips tender and warm:
"All right. Whatever you say, Sister Yuehua."
Su Yu slowly propped himself up and gathered her into his arms.
Seeing that he had really settled down, Tang Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief, yet a trace of dissatisfaction crept