"No, I didn't," Ye Mo said. "If I wanted to kiss you, I'd have done it to your face, not sneakily."
He smiled and, under Nangong Yurou's astonished gaze, planted a kiss on her cheek.
Ye Mo no longer intended to suppress his emotions. If he liked someone, so be it. And if he did not like someone, so be it as well.
After Ye Mo kissed her cheek, Nangong Yurou's heartbeat sped up. When she remembered how much her sister liked him, a complicated emotion rose in her heart.
"By the way, who was it who ambushed you, Yurou?" That was what Ye Mo cared about the most. No matter who it was that had ambushed Nangong Yurou, Ye Mo would make them pay for it.
"Someone from the First Heaven Society." Nangong Yurou grew furious. "The one who injured me was a disciple of Door of Desolation, but I guarantee that he's also a member of First Heaven Society. Before he tried to kill me, he told me that, because of you, all their plans were ruined."