Jiang Mingxin pouted, then immediately raised her feet, hooked her arms around Xing Haodong's neck, and kissed him on the mouth.
Fierce and unbridled, crude and primitive, the collision sound that squeezed the air seemed even more intense than the smoke on the battlefield.
After a long time, Jiang Mingxin, feeling satisfied, seemed to have eaten the tip of the sweetest strawberry, and let go of her hand shyly.
Xing Haodong took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his gaze was still glued to the tip of her tongue. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed it twice behind her ear.
Jiang Mingxin's mind went blank for a moment, and his fingers, like an electric current, numbed her ears and then her scalp. As his fingertips moved, her entire neck felt numb.
"I'm leaving."
Xing Haodong's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was unusually tender. It was obvious that he was a little emotional, but he was restraining himself.
Jiang Mingxin couldn't help but shrink her shoulders and dared not move. She didn't let out a long sigh until the door was closed and his footsteps disappeared deep in the corridor.
With her madly beating heart, she had a feeling that she would not be able to sleep tonight, so she simply made herself a cup of strong tea and sat down under the lamp to continue repairing the Doucai grape cup.
Since this is a gift for Xing Haodong, we must take it more seriously.
The house was empty at night. Jiang Mingxin had never felt lonely before, but she felt lonely tonight.
She unconsciously recalled what Xing Haodong had said to Aunt Hu, and the farewell kiss that she had just given him. Her heart beat as fast as a million bees fluttering in her chest...
Jiang Mingxin, you're finished.
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