Mo Qingning never imagined Xiao Yize would suddenly pull her in and kiss her!
She was completely stunned, dumbfounded, even more so—bewildered!
Xiao Yize's kiss was always so gentle, lacking any domineering aggression, yet in this moment, he was domineering!
Young girls passing by on the street couldn't help but blush and feel their hearts race with envy watching Mo Qingning being kissed by Xiao Yize.
And the bouquet of red roses in his hand was even more eye-catching.
After several dozen seconds passed, Mo Qingning finally regained her heartbeat.
She quickly stepped back, looking at the boy in front of her in confusion, her tears already dried by the wind.
Xiao Yize looked at her, his gaze full of tenderness and apology.
"Qingqing."
He called her name, intimately and gently.
"I know you might be very emotional and don't want to hear any explanations from me, so I had no choice but to use this method."
Xiao Yize explained, holding the red roses and walking up to her.
