When Zhan Lingtao finally kissed her, Jia Xuan suddenly sighed, "My first kiss, oh."
Without thinking, Zhan Lingtao blurted out, "What first kiss do you even have left?"
Yeah, what first kiss did she still have—when they were kids, he'd already kissed her who knew how many times.
Jia Xuan caught the meaning of his words too. Thinking of how he used to kiss her when they were little, she felt a tiny bit embarrassed, but her skin was thicker than his. She twisted her neck and said, "That's different. Back then we were just kids and didn't know anything. Kisses that aren't about love don't count. Only this one now counts as my first real kiss in the true sense."
Zhan Lingtao smiled with doting warmth and pulled her a little tighter into his arms. His girl was bolder than he'd imagined. He'd thought that after they met again, she'd be shy, too embarrassed to accept his closeness, but it turned out she was even more uninhibited than he was.
