"It's so sweet it's cloying."

Wen Mo smiled and took the lollipop out of his mouth. He didn't know what flavor it was, but the pink coating tasted a lot like peach.

Don't you like it?

"No, I quite like the taste." Wen Mo shook his head and put the candy back into Xia Lian's little mouth.

I mainly like the taste that Lianbao tried.

The girl made a soft sound, covered her face, and continued to savor the taste of the candy. It seemed that she really liked the sweetness of the peach.

Wen Mo didn't say anything, resting his hands behind his head. He glanced at Xia Lian, who was eating with relish, and couldn't help but smile. He teased, "Speaking of which, aren't you not shy anymore? You don't even care about indirect kisses."

When we first met, I blushed and my heart raced, but I mostly avoided it because of her aloofness. Occasionally, I could see her shy and demure side.

Xia Lian tilted her head slightly, the lollipop in her mouth swirling on her tongue, the saliva mixing with the sweet, sticky taste of the candy. When she realized that Wen Mo had already tasted the candy in her mouth, her eyes widened involuntarily.

“Indirectly…kissing…” Covering her flushed face, Xia Lian hid her face behind a few strands of hair, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Isn't it just that your reaction time is too slow?! Besides, we've already actually kissed, so what's there to be shy about..."

Even the thick-skinned Wen Mo was made a little nervous by her sudden blush. He pulled Xia Lian into his arms, held her small hand, and continued strolling.

"Wenmo, so shy..."

"Shy my foot! If we can be shy, then look at other people." Wen Mo rolled her eyes, glancing around.

There are an unusually large number of couples on Christmas Day. Laughter can be heard from every corner of the street, and you can often see a couple holding up a mobile phone and pressing the shutter button at the moment of kissing.

Compared to couples kissing casually in the street, these two seem exceptionally innocent.

After all, things are more open now, and people don't seem to like hiding their relationships anymore. They're also more open about doing intimate things.

For example, we held hands in the street, hmm... that's so daring.

Wen Mo was amused by his own thoughts. If it were this time a year ago, he wouldn't even leave the house. He never imagined that life would be so unpredictable, and that he would one day be going out shopping with his girlfriend.

"Is there anything you want to buy? Let's buy some things before we go back. It's rare to see the streets so lively." He glanced at the bustling street, a vibrant and lively scene.

Xia Lian lowered her head in thought for a moment, then looked up and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Buy Wen Mo, the one he likes."

"I don't have anything I like."

"Wenmo likes socks."

“…Could you please not talk about these kinds of things in the street anymore?” Wen Mo raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead. “Besides, you seem to really like talking about this topic, just like a few months ago.”

Xia Lian covered her head and shook her head pitifully.

Seeing her aggrieved look, Wen Mo pressed, "Do you have any objections?"

"Because Wenmo... will look at other girls..."

"..."

Wen Mo pursed her lips, her eyes flickering slightly.

Most of the couples on the street were dressed very nicely, especially the girls. Even in winter, they went out in short skirts, wearing thermal leg warmers to keep warm. They wore cotton-padded jackets with short skirts, which looked really good, but Wenmo wasn't looking at that aspect.

Turning to look at the little "potato" next to him, Xia Lian's height barely reached his shoulder. He was wearing a pure white down jacket on top and simple thermal pants on the bottom.

Although a woman may have natural beauty and charm, men inevitably want to dress their girlfriends up beautifully.

Seeing that no one was watching them, Wen Mo tightened his face, pinched Xia Lian's cheek with one hand, and pulled it outward, making her look miserable.

"Wen Mo is acting so strangely..." Xia Lian's words were slurred as her cheeks were pinched.

"That's because you're wronging me. I've never looked at any other girls." Wen Mo let go of her hand, crossed her arms, and said frankly, "I just wanted to dress you up so that you could wear pretty clothes as you like, just like other girls. Besides, even if I did look at someone else, I would only glance at them briefly and then look away."

"So long, so hard to understand."

"In short, I didn't look at any other girls." Wen Mo said righteously. The prettiest girl was already by his side, so who would have the mind to look at others?

Xia Lian nodded like a chick pecking at rice. After being pinched, she became much more obedient. She blinked her eyes, grabbed his clothes, and whispered, "Then Wen Mo, do you want to see me... wearing it?"

"What should I wear?" Wen Mo asked.

"Wear a short skirt..." After saying this, Xia Lian spun around on her toes, looking awkward. She was never good at sweet talk and only knew how to flatter Wen Mo and go along with his wishes.

This girl lacks her own opinions and only hopes that the person she likes will like her even more. She is even willing to change her habits for Wenmo's sake.

Wen Mo was surprised. He touched her head and lowered his body to look Xia Lian in the eye. He tried to speak gently, "You've never worn a short skirt before, have you changed your mind?"

Xia Lian had never worn a short skirt. She might have occasionally worn one when she was in elementary school, but from Wen Mo's perspective, she had never worn one.

In the summer, she wears loungewear at home, and occasionally a long dress when she's out—a beautiful white long dress with a flowing hem—but I've never seen her wear a short skirt, nor do I think she wears stockings or pantyhose...

Wen Mo pinched his chin, his eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping wildly over Xia Lian, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Being stared at like that made Xia Lian feel a little uncomfortable. She lowered her head slightly, placed her hands in front of her legs, and twisted her slender white fingers together.

"Wenmo, if you don't like it..."

"No, I actually really love it." Wen Mo shook his head, even considering a real-life Barbie dress-up game, and that he might need to add more clothes to his wardrobe.

However, judging from her indifferent appearance, it's clear that she's not really interested in these light and airy clothes; she's just considering her own preferences.

"Haven't you ever worn that type of clothing before?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian shook her head, "Because Wen Mo likes it, so I have to wear it."

"But it's not that you don't like it."

"If Wenmo likes it, that's enough."

Xia Lian continued to shake her head, then suddenly used her fingers to support her cheeks, and under Wen Mo's gaze, pinched the corners of her mouth and forced a clumsy smile.

"Wenmo likes my smile too. I'm smiling now."