So much so that after a long time, Xiao Qinsang still hadn't received a response and looked heartbroken.

Chen Zhizhi turned around and saw the heartbroken Xiao Qinsang, and her cynicism faded away.

This fragile look suddenly reminded Shen Zhizhi of the scene when the leader died. He hugged his mother's body and cried bitterly, and later lost his memory due to excessive grief.

A trace of heartache flashed across Shen Zhizhi’s eyes.

"Your lips aren't very kissable either. Give me a kiss, I'm too lazy to do it."

The next second, Xiao Qinsang paused again.

"Please kiss me, I'm breaking and I need a kiss."

Chen Zhizhi gave him a kiss, and Xiao Qinsang was stunned.

There was a smug gleam in his eyes, like the summer sun, dazzling and scorching.

He couldn't help but pull her into his arms and deepen the kiss.

Suddenly feeling an uncomfortable gaze, Xiao Qinsang let go of her with a flushed face.

It’s Xu Yan.

He stood at the door, staring at Xiao Qinsang.

Lou Xingchen also came to watch the fun and leaned against the door.

Both of them were jealous, and the sour smell polluted the air.

"What are you looking at? I like Zhizhi a thousand times more than you do. What's wrong with me kissing her?"

"I just love to kiss, I have to kiss!"

As he said that, Xiao Qinsang kissed Shen Zhizhi's cheek twice fiercely in front of the two of them.

Bai Yu walked into the house, his face as black as charcoal.

"And you, it's useless for you to look at it."

After the words fell, Shen Zhizhi's face was kissed again.

Later, whenever anyone glared at Xiao Qinsang, he would kiss Chen Zhizhi more.