Jingsheng Isn’t that Valuable

Sure enough, Lu stared at Jing Yiran transfixedly and her large eyes started glazing.

Delighted, Jing Yiran planted a kiss upon her forehead softly and then said in a gentle tone, "Lu, do you like it when I kiss you?"

With candies clenched hard in hands, Lu didn't look confused any more.

She said happily, "My forehead itches. Brother Jing, why are you kissing me? Uncle Lu says that if a man kisses me, then it means that he wants to marry me. Are you marrying me? Or, are you just trying to trick me into give you candies? I can marry you, but I won't share the candies with you."

Jing Yiran's expressions fell when he heard what she said. He scratched his hair regretfully and turned his head to look at Lu. Then, the sense of familiarity arose again.

He stared at Lu's lips for a long while and felt that he had seen this kind of lips on someone else before.

He asked in bewilderment, "Why do I feel that I have met you before?"