Mu Shini paused, a bit confused by the aning behind Bo Sishen’s words.
"Then how exactly should we say goodbye? Do you want a flying kiss?"
Bo Sishen’s lips curved slightly, and he tilted his face to the side, making his intention clear.
Mu Shini was stunned for a mont before she finally understood what he ant.
Her small face didn’t show the shyness Bo Sishen had anticipated; instead, it turned as pale as paper.
She glanced around. There were two rows of servants standing there, about ten people on each side. With so many people watching, he wanted her to kiss his face?
Does he have any sha?
But to get back to school sooner, she had no choice but to step forward. She walked up to him, bent slightly, reached out her small hand to lift his long, beautiful hand, and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it.
"Is this okay..."
Just as Mu Shini was about to leave, her face was cupped by his large hands, and he kissed her directly on the lips.
In her shock, Mu Shini quickly closed her eyes. There was no expected disgust or discomfort; instead, her heart was pounding wildly.
His thin lips had a faint fresh minty scent, mingling with her breath. Just as she was about to push him away due to lack of oxygen, he released her, "Honey, goodbye."
Mu Shini’s eyes snapped open, and she saw the intense interest and satisfaction in his deep eyes.
At this mont, two blushes stained Mu Shini’s cheeks.
She then heard soft laughter from the servants behind her. She raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks and glared at Bo Sishen, lowering her voice, "Why did you suddenly kiss ?"
"Get in the car. If it weren’t for not knowing what I’d do next, I would have kissed you again." Bo Sishen pushed her towards the car.
Mu Shini frowned slightly, took a few steps back, and seeing his smiling eyes like a spring breeze, she couldn’t bring herself to scold him. She nodded and said, "Then I’m getting in the car."
Bo Sishen raised his hand and waved.
And so they parted.
Until the black Bentley drove out of the mansion gates and was gradually out of sight, Tan Mu quickly stepped forward to hold the wheelchair, and Bo Sishen stood up from the wheelchair, reaching up to tear off the mask on his face.
His face was increasingly allergic.
Tan Mu looked worried, and just then, Dr. Zhuo’s car arrived.
"Lao Zhuo, quick, sir’s face is having an allergic reaction!" Tan Mu shouted when he saw Dr. Zhuo’s car stop.
Tan Mu had the servant push the wheelchair into the house and then led Dr. Zhuo inside.
Dr. Zhuo sat on the sofa, observing Bo Sishen’s face, while Tan Mu looked concerned, "The allergy is so severe. It might be because he wore it overnight."
"Wore it overnight?" Dr. Zhuo’s eyes showed surprise, "The girl in the Bentley I saw just now, she stayed here last night?"
"Yes! Sir didn’t need to suffer like this, but he insisted on sleeping in Young Madam’s room," Tan Mu said, puzzled, "It wasn’t so obvious this morning, but now sir’s face is nearly ruined!"
Dr. Zhuo chuckled aningfully.
"Lao Zhuo, sir’s face is almost ruined, how can you still laugh?" Tan Mu was even more confused seeing Dr. Zhuo laugh, looking over at Bo Sishen, who had a dark expression and furrowed brows.
Dr. Zhuo glanced at Bo Sishen, then looked up at Tan Mu, and said, "To taste a bit of sweetness, what does it matter if his face gets a little ruined?"
"Ah Shen, don’t keep all the spring to yourself now that you have a wife. Tan Mu is about your age and still single, he can’t understand your crazy actions!"
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