The man leaned in, bringing a faint scent of tobacco mixed with a subtle fresh aroma.
In an instant, his whole presence enveloped her, leaving Song Yi's breath completely off rhythm.
Meanwhile, the faint steps around the corner suddenly paused.
Song Yi's mind was in utter chaos, bewildered by Tang Si's action, not sure what to do next.
Suddenly, the man lunged at her.
Lips met lips, and the candy entered Song Yi's mouth at that very moment. She widened her eyes, still unclear about what just happened.
Tang Si furrowed his brows.
"Click—" Fu Jingsheng took a picture with his phone, nodding in satisfaction, "I think I'm the best head-pusher ever."
Song Yi glared at Fu Jingsheng, narrowing her eyes as the tip of her tongue played with the candy in her mouth.
Fu Jingsheng, feeling the cold gaze, shuddered and hugged his arms tighter, "What, Sister Yi? I saw you guys struggling to kiss, so I came to give you a little help, what's wrong with that?"
