"Hmph!" she snorted coquettishly.

Fu Jingyu suddenly stopped and got off the bicycle.

Qiao Shu thought something had happened, but he turned around, holding the bicycle with one hand and his long legs on the ground.

His cheek touched Qiao Shu's forehead, and their breath sprayed on each other's faces.

Qiao Shu became even more embarrassed by this disturbance, and she placed her hands on his chest to push his handsome face away.

"This is so annoying! Let's go! We still have a long way to go."

Her cheeks were already burning hot. Fu Jingyu liked her even more when he saw her like this. He couldn't help but want to kiss her.

His thin lips curled up slightly, then pressed down towards Qiao Shu's pink lips.

His warm breath sprayed on her face, and Qiao Shu felt her whole body soft. She didn't even dare to move, allowing Fu Jingyu's thin lips to cover her lips.

The two pieces fit together softly, like a piece of candy melting between their lips and teeth.

Fu Jingyu's big hand gently stroked Qiao Shu's smooth cheek, then slowly moved upwards and slid into Qiao Shu's thick black hair.

Qiao Shu felt her heartbeat getting faster and faster, her little face flushed, and she was about to melt in his arms.

Fu Jingyu's breathing gradually became heavier, and his lips and tongue pried open her teeth, conquering every inch of her territory.

His tongue was deft and domineering, wreaking havoc in her mouth, absorbing her sweetness.

Qiao Shu felt like she was about to suffocate, and her whole body collapsed in his arms, struggling to breathe.

The kiss lasted for more than twenty seconds before Fu Jingyu reluctantly left.

He looked at Qiao Shu with eyes filled with fire.

"Shushu, you are mine."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from a distant sky, carrying a bewitching magic.

Qiao Shu's cheeks were flushed. She bit her lower lip and looked at Fu Jingyu with a confused look.

Fu Jingyu reached out and held her face, gently scratching her nose.

"Shushu, we have to stay like this."

His tone was low, like the whisper between lovers, or like a vow.

An inexplicable throbbing suddenly surged in Qiao Shu's heart.

She stretched out her arms and hugged Fu Jingyu's neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's always do this. Then you are not allowed to dislike me in this life. Even if I am old and not beautiful in the future, you have to treat me very well as you do now."

Fu Jingyu laughed softly.

"Why are you so stupid? I love you so much, how could I dislike you?"

When Qiao Shu heard this, he finally smiled.

She looked at Fu Jingyu with a smile and asked him, "Then, let's make a pinky promise."

Fu Jingyu smiled and nodded, then stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise with Qiao Shu.

Such a childish thing would never appear in his life, but he thought it was very beautiful.

Qiao Shu curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and then handed the uneaten egg in his hand to Fu Jingyu.

"Eat, and then we'll leave."

Fu Jingyu smiled and took the egg from Qiao Shu.

The eggs melted in his mouth and he thought they tasted better than any other delicacies.

"Shushu, I'll take you to eat something delicious later."

Now that he can earn money, he naturally takes Qiao Shu to eat in places that he used to be afraid to go to because of his inferiority complex.

"good."

Qiao Shu nodded: "Then I want to eat dumplings."