Li Yuyu was staring at the lotus seedpod in Yan Xiu's hand, sensing something unusual, she lifted her head.
...
Their lips touched, soft and cool.
Li Yuyu's eyes widened.
Yan Xiu quickly pulled away from Li Yuyu's lips, mimicking her earlier style, extended his tongue to lick his lips, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, "Sweet."
Li Yuyu: !
Feng Yin and Shen Quan tactfully pointed at the lotus flowers and leaves on the lake and engaged in low, awkward chatter.
Song Sheng and Xing Na claimed they were rowing and saw nothing.
"Does Young Master Yu want to try it again?" Yan Xiu leaned toward Li Yuyu once more.
Li Yuyu covered her mouth and leaned back, her back against the boat's board, her little face instantly blushed red.
"Hmm?" Yan Xiu curled his lips mischievously, his beautiful fingers pinched a peeled lotus seed and offered it to Li Yuyu's hand: "Didn't Young Master Yu say just now you wanted to taste if the lotus seeds were sweet? Why are you avoiding it?"
