Chapter 22: The Mischievous Kiss③

  Wu Ningmo sat on the back of a chair, only able to see Dongfang Zhao's tall and straight back, even sleeping by the side of the road looked so good! She pouted her mouth and plopped down on the long bench, only then remembering that she had run several laps earlier and needed to rest.

  1 minute later:

  Wu Ning had almost finished her rest and was about to leave when suddenly a wicked idea popped into her head: why not help the young master of the East 'put on some makeup'?

  She said she would do it, and with a charming smile, she picked up a few leaves from the ground. Immediately, she bent over behind the back of the long chair, stretching out her body forward, pulling her upper body to its limits, finally able to see Dongfang Zhao's face clearly.

  Wu Ning sprinkled a few leaves evenly onto Dongfang Zhao's hair without hesitation, and indeed, with the green leaves as embellishment, someone's 'traitor's head' became even more 'distinctive'!

  "Heh heh!" Wu Ningmo couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile.

  Just then, the long chair went on strike——

  Wu Ning only felt that the chair swayed slightly, and then she didn't have time to dodge, and suddenly her whole body fell straight back.

  With a loud "thud", Wu Jing's body heavily fell to the ground, and the long chair that Dongfang Zhao was carrying also flipped over onto the ground.

  What a coincidence! Dongfang Zhao rolled over and fell onto Wu Xing's body.

  What's even more coincidental is that Dongfang Zhao's thin lips landed on Wu Ningmeng's mouth.

  "Ah!!!!!" Wu Xing's pupils dilated in extreme surprise. This was her first kiss! And it had been stolen away inexplicably, and the person who did it was actually Dong Fang Zhao!?

  But who can be blamed for this? She was the one who made the first move!

  No! Didn't she always dislike him? Why did she suddenly blush, and the little deer in her chest seemed to be excitedly running around. What's going on?

  Dongfang Zhao woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes, and the person in front of him gradually became clear. The small face that had been haunting his dreams first appeared before his eyes. Dongfang Zhao slightly raised his head, his lips leaving Weng Jing's, his mouth corners lightly curving upwards as he called out the nickname he had been thinking about day and night with a gentle tone he had never used before: "Jingjing!"

  Really?

  Wu Jingmo's eyes widened even more! How did Dongfang Zhao know her nickname? She remembered that only her beautiful mother had called her by this nickname. After she passed away, it seemed like no one else remembered the nickname 'Mo Mo', and people just called Wu Jingmo Little Dance.

  No! Wu Ningmo suddenly self-denied! This title seemed to have someone else calling himself, and it was very familiar. The voice would always echo in Wu Ningmo's mind at midnight, softly and gently, just like Dongfang Zhao's tone just now...

  Obviously, there was something in her mind that she remembered, but it had always been vague. Wu Nian made a great effort to recall it, but the more she thought about it, the more painful her head became. Finally, she covered her head and cried out: "Ah... it hurts! It hurts!"