"Why are you closing your eyes?"
Mo Ziye asked with amusement.
Qin Qingqing pouted playfully and said, "Brother Ziyi, just close your eyes for ten seconds."
"Alright."
Unable to resist her, Mo Ziye chuckled softly and gently closed his eyes.
Seeing him close his eyes, a mischievous smile flashed in Qin Qingqing's eyes. She leaned in and gently kissed Mo Ziye's soft lips.
"Qingqing."
Mo Ziye's eyes snapped open.
He looked at Qin Qingqing in slight surprise.
She beamed brightly, "Brother Ziyi, your lips are so soft, and there's a faint taste of milk."
When he was having her drink milk earlier, he took a sip too.
Qin Qingqing, ready to sleep, had brushed her teeth. Mo Ziye hadn't brushed his teeth yet and planned to do so when he returned to his room.
Mo Ziye's eyes flickered, and he said gently, "Don't do that again. Didn't I tell you not to kiss on the lips?"
