Shang Qingmo instinctively retreated and pressed her shoulder against the advertisement screen.
Shock flashed across his dark eyes. He reached out to pull her away, but Shang Qiqi leaned over and kissed him.
Shang Qingmo's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her eyes in shock. The girl's fair face was exceptionally delicate. At this moment, her eyes were closed and her long eyelashes were trembling.
She was nervous and afraid. The moment she touched his lips, her heart ached.
She did love him.
She wanted more of this touch.
Unfortunately, he could never be hers.
Her kiss was disorderly. She wanted to escape, but she kissed him even harder.
In the end, she slowly lifted her eyelids, her misty eyes glistening with tears.
"Uncle, I like you… but this time, it's enough. Let's take it that I've had you before. When we meet again, you'll only be my uncle and I'll only be your niece. That will never change."