Yan Yan held the soft young girl in his arms, burying his head in her hair and taking a deep breath of her sweet milky scent.
He felt as though his body and soul had been redeemed.
After a while, he realized the carefree little one hadn't even looked at him, fully engrossed in drinking fruit tea.
Unable to resist, he reached out and snatched the cup from her hand, scrutinizing the yellow-green fruit in it: "Is it really that good?"
Halfway through drinking her beverage, Yun Qiqi was displeased when it was taken from her: "Give it back!"
Yan Yan ignored her, took a sip through her straw, and commented, "It's not that good."
Sour and sweet, and very cold.
He disdainfully shoved the fruit tea back into the young girl's hand.
Yun Qiqi didn't mind: "...You drank using my straw."
Yan Yan glanced at her, noticing her ears were now red.
With a scoffing laugh, he hooked the back of her head and lowered down to kiss her small mouth.
