Nangong Xiao’s face turning red really was adorable and beautiful; even Di Yimo couldn’t help but be captivated for a moment.
His originally somewhat stern eyes were instantly tinged with a bit of softness, as he couldn’t help but soften his voice, saying, "You kissed me with your tongue—that’s how you swept the sweetness from my mouth into yours. Girl, you used a French kiss."
As Di Yimo spoke, a certain expression appeared on his face that Nangong Xiao couldn’t quite describe—but felt awfully embarrassed. If she had to describe it, she guessed it was something like ambiguity.
Damn, how young are they, already knowing about ambiguity!
Nangong Xiao wished she could just die; her little face grew even redder. Oh, for crying out loud, why bring that up!
Back then, she was only ten years old; how was she supposed to know anything about tongues or French kisses? At the time, she only knew that Di Yimo’s mouth tasted sweet, fragrant, and really good—she just wanted to have a taste, really!
Absolutely no such intentions!
Absolutely not!!
Because back then, that candy was brought back by Nangong Lin from B Country, and it was such an exceptional, top-notch candy, so it was really a rarity for a child.
As a result, she didn’t get to eat it, so of course she was upset and that led to her actions.
She swears she really did it without any intentional thought!
"Di Yimo," Nangong Xiao, feeling frustrated, couldn’t help but straighten her face and say, "You said it was when we were kids, how would kids know anything? Know what a French kiss is? So please don’t take childhood events too seriously!"
"Fact is fact regardless," Di Yimo replied earnestly and seriously, "Girl, I was only five years old at the time, yet you went and did that?"
Nangong Xiao: "..."


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