By now, students had gradually left the teaching building, leaving just the two of them nearby. The little girl stood on one foot, lightly tugging at the hem of the young man's clothes in front of her, with a tender and soft voice she spoke up again: "Brother Yan, give me a kiss, and the pain will go away."
"Stop messing around!" Xu Jiayan scolded in a low voice.
"Oh!" Jiang Yuan had only said it in passing, expecting rejection, which was unsurprising. This was, after all, school, and how could Brother Yan, who was so proud and aloof, do such a thing?
The next second, Xu Jiayan grabbed her wrist and supported her waist with his other hand. Jiang Yuan blinked her eyes, still not having reacted, when suddenly the person in front of her bent down and kissed her forehead.
Jiang Yuan was stunned.
The cool touch of his lips on her forehead was brief, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and in an instant, it captivated her mind.
Her eyes widened in surprise, round as buttons.
