Tang Wanzhuang and Huangfu Qing were the same age, twenty-nine this year.
For twenty-nine years, she had never tasted what kissing was like.
Because of her more reserved personality, the kiss rendered her even more bewildered than Huangfu Qing was initially, while Huangfu Qing could still entertain a jumble of wild thoughts, Tang Wanzhuang was now utterly blank, obsessed with just a few repeating phrases, "Didn't we agree not to discuss matters of men and women?" "Didn't you say I was just Auntie Pu Xin, what are you doing?" and beyond that, she had no other thoughts.
Actually, if she could analyze this single train of thought, she would wonder why she was not resisting or feeling disgust, but instead pondering why he berates me as Auntie and yet kisses me…
Nor had she considered the fact that there had never been romantic talk between them, what gave you the right to kiss me?
In her confusion, another thought surfaced.
After all, only three months were left.
