At the graduation party, Yang Lingmo was drunk.
The road is not stable.
He also vowed to do something big.
On the way back, she suddenly stopped.
Song Ji also stopped and looked at her motionless.
The moonlight reflected her reddish cheeks, her almond-shaped eyes were still bright, and they were still smiling at him.
"Song Ji, come here."
He didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd, but Song Ji still instinctively approached her.
She raised her head and asked seriously: "Do you want to kiss me?"
"..."
"Answer me." Yang Lingmo's eyes fell on his lips, "You look very kissable."
Song Ji lowered his head, his eyes dark and unclear, "You are drunk."
Ignoring his words, Yang Lingmo stood on tiptoes, raised her neck, and wanted to force the king to kiss him, but she was still a few millimeters short of kissing him.
She was discouraged and wanted to give up.
Before his heels could touch the ground, Song Ji suddenly lowered his head a little, just in time to touch her lips.
With the coolness of the evening breeze.
Purpose: live a good life
