Mo Shu’s hair stood on end, and her voice carried a hint of fear as she said, "Then hurry up! Faster!!"
Yu Siqiao approached quickly but burst out laughing and said, "You’re so good at surfing and skiing, you’re not afraid of bungee jumping or skydiving, and yet you’re afraid of such a small insect?"
Mo Shu’s body trembled slightly as she said, "How can that be the same, hurry, faster..."
Yu Siqiao’s low chuckles grew louder as he faced Mo Shu’s fearful gaze, retrieving a flower from behind her back and sliding it across her nose, "Just kidding."
Mo Shu paused, outraged and embarrassed, bellowing angrily, "Yu Siqiao!!!"
As she shouted, she went to hit him, but Yu Siqiao dodged in time and retreated with large strides, laughing and running away, his laughter carried arrogantly by the wind.
Mo Shu, livid with anger, chased after him, "Stop right there! You dead man, you dog of a man, ah ah ah ah stop running!"
Yu Siqiao’s laughter grew even more arrogant, infuriating Mo Shu so much she could have bitten him to death.
Bystanders couldn’t help but laugh heartily, their spirits lifted by the joyous scene.
The photographer secretly admired Young Master Yu’s clever tactics and immediately began snapping pictures with his camera.
Under the sunlight, the sea of flowers was resplendent, ebbing and rising in brilliant flux.
The white chiffon skirt’s hem fluttered in the wind while a big bunch of flowers in Mo Shu’s arms gradually scattered, and in no time, she caught up with him, flinging herself at him in anger.
Yu Siqiao turned around and caught her firmly in his embrace.
Mo Shu buried her face in his chest, her face flushing red with anger, "I’ll bite you to death!" The source of this content ɪs N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Yu Siqiao looked down at her fierce and wild appearance, laughed softly, and leaned down to peck her mouth, "Here, I’ll let you bite."
Mo Shu was startled, her face turning red instantly, and then Yu Siqiao lowered his head again to seal her lips, lifting her up and tenderly sucking.
The breeze was cool against her face, and Mo Shu had already forgotten her original purpose for chasing him.
At this moment, the only things left in the world for her were the man’s fervent chest and his scorching breath.
The last of the flowers in her hand fell to the ground, and a tingling sensation numbed her mind from her lips, spreading a strange feeling throughout her body.
Her mind went blank, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat.
Just when Mo Shu felt like she couldn’t breathe, Yu Siqiao finally let her go, unwilling to part, showering her lips with kisses.
Mo Shu’s face blazed red, her body softened from being kissed so passionately.
Still flushed and dizzy, the next moment, she realized she was being picked up.
Mo Shu, breathing shallowly, opened her eyes only to see Yu Siqiao’s perfect jawline.
The little deer in her chest yearned to break free and dance before her.
Yu Siqiao, sensing her gaze, quickly lowered his head to kiss her again.
Mo Shu’s face was burning hot as she buried it in his chest.
Yu Siqiao couldn’t help but chuckle, holding her as he walked toward the gazebo up ahead for a rest.
Meanwhile, Mo Shu clutched at his shirt, now keenly aware of her own irregularity.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to develop.
She actually... couldn’t bring herself to reject him.
Sao Zha: [You just don’t want to refuse, it’s not that you can’t.]
Mo Shu slightly zoned out.
[You’re done for, you’ve fallen in,] Sao Zha’s voice teetered on the edge of hysteria, shouting: [Don’t forget, this is just a world inside a novel, and you’ll have to go back to the real world later, this is all just like having a dream.]
Mo Shu’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed, suffocatingly uncomfortable.