Behind her, a car horn honked.
A short blast scared Jiang Shuyao into grabbing Pei Yan's head.
She blankly turned her head around to glare at the honking driver, then slowly turned back, sniffing the sweat in his hair and gently closing her eyes.
"Little devil, does this mean we're together now?"
Pei Yan stopped walking and set her down.
Under the streetlight, the girl's cheeks were flushed.
He lifted her chin, making her look at him, "If the princess isn't satisfied, I can add another ceremony."
Jiang Shuyao blinked, not responding.
The ceremony she imagined was probably one with flowers, candles, balloons, him walking towards her from the depth of the night…
But the devil's sense of ceremony was usually simple and direct.
He held the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her lips.
Here, by the street and close to Yasong Residence, Jiang Shuyao instinctively placed her hand against Pei Yan's chest.
