Su Xiaotang stood on tiptoes and leaned into Cheng Yanshen's ear: "Uncle, are you dating?"
Before he finished speaking, he was about to slip away, but his wrist was grabbed.
There was an undercurrent in Cheng Yanshen's eyes: "Run away after flirting?"
He lifted her chin with his fingertips and lowered his head to seal her arrogant mouth——
The wind blew the cherry blossoms past, and she wrinkled his shirt.
