Jiang Xinhai's face turned even redder: "Well, what else can I do..."
Chen Ya's hand slid to the back of her head: "Do you want to try it again? It will be a first kiss if it continues with what you did just now."
"Can you connect?"
"Yes, while it's still warm," Chen Ya said, "I feel like it's almost certain to be connected."
"Is this considered a celebration?"
"It's a celebration."
"Then there's nothing we can do. It's your turn this time."
Chen Ya moved towards her.
Their lips intertwined again.
The wind blew through the green grass, ruffling the grass shoots like hair, revealing their tough yet delicate roots and white scalp;
The stone drew a dozen or so light ripples on the lake surface, then suddenly sank to the bottom, like the tracks unconsciously drawn by the tip of a toe in the air;
Brown vines and trees entangled with each other, leaving indelible marks on each other;
The gurgling mountain spring flows down the mountain like a never-ending stream.
The summer sea breeze blows up the curtain of the ice cream shack, making the white cloth appear swollen, full, and light as a dream.
In this hot autumn with the arrival of the autumn heat, the two of them were equally passionate about each other, but neither of them felt sticky, only the joy of reuniting like old friends after a long absence.
It was as if they had been waiting for each other for hundreds and hundreds of years, waiting for each other's lips and the body that they wanted to cling to at this moment.
After finally separating, the two of them put their foreheads together and sat there quietly, letting time pass by.
"It feels like a dream." Jiang Xinhai said, "When I first saw you, I didn't expect that I would kiss you."
"I feel like I'm dreaming too," Chen Ya smiled. "When I was little, I wrote in my notebook that I wanted to marry Jiang Xinhai. I never thought I would actually kiss you just now."
"When you were a child? How young? Have you really been coveting me since you were a child?" Jiang Xinhai grabbed his hand and climbed onto the sofa excitedly, as if he wanted to listen to his story.
"Well, that was when I was 15 or 16. Not important."
"You've really been coveting me since the beginning, haven't you? You approached me just for this." Jiang Xinhai patted his chest. "It's a good thing I haven't confessed to you yet. I almost fell for it."
Chen Ya was a little depressed: "Haven't you confessed yet?"
"I will never take the initiative to confess my feelings to others in my life. This is my dignity." Jiang Xinhai said with pride on his face.
Chen Ya smiled: "What a coincidence, I also don't know how to confess to others."
Jiang Xinhai looked at him seriously: "Why don't you confess to me...to someone else?"
"What if it's just my wishful thinking? What if the other person doesn't like it?" Chen Ya laughed, "Either I'll be confessed to, or we'll be together naturally. I won't confess."
Jiang Xinhai was a little angry, and just as he was about to pout, he was suppressed by Chen Ya.
"I just realized that you were stepping on my sofa with your shoes on. How am I supposed to sleep at night?"
"Don't you have a camp bed?"
"The quality is not good. I fell asleep a long time ago."
"As for the urgent matter, it's not impossible for me to let you climb into my bed today."
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