Fireworks bloomed one after another, a magnificent display.
But Qin Muye felt that the sound of the fireworks was no match for the sound of his own heart.
Ever since entering the amusement park, he had been nervous about the "surprise" he had prepared. After getting on the Ferris wheel, his fingers had grown cold, but after being kissed, his nervousness reached its peak.
It felt as if his heart was being rammed by several hundred frantic beasts. His blood seemed to flow in reverse, and all his senses focused on the lips she had just kissed.
The skin she had touched tingled as if zapped by electricity. The incredible sensation felt like a dream.
After a few short seconds, Jiang Qingli let him go and looked up at him.
In the shifting light and shadows, the girl's face was pretty and soft. Her eyes, looking at him, sparkled with a smile.
She leaned in and frowned. "Why aren't you reacting at all? Don't tell me you didn't want to be kissed?"
