They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 128 A light kiss, and it was unstoppable.

After they had almost finished their tea, they headed to another street, which was full of entertainment options, such as archery, target shooting, pony riding, beanbag tossing, and riddle guessing.

"Why don't you rest a little longer? Why are you running off to play now?" Fang Yuerong was worried that her stomach was still hurting, so she frowned and looked at her with concern.

"It's okay, you'll feel better if you distract yourself." He grinned, his bright eyes and white teeth striking Fang Yuerong's heart like an arrow.

"Let's go play that beanbag toss game first."

I have to say, there are quite a lot of things at this border. There are rows of boxes in front of the sandbags, but you can't see them clearly. They contain something like 20 coins for ten sandbags. You take whichever box you hit. Inside are some trinkets and other unremarkable things.

Just treat it as the fun of opening a blind box, but Wu Ziyan didn't recognize a single one of the ten sandbags. She was a little angry and turned around to glare at Fang Yuerong with a frown: "You throw it, I want that one!"

Although she was angry, Fang Yuerong found it somewhat amusing. Given her status, she usually had everything she wanted, yet she could get so angry playing a simple game of throwing beanbags.

He was usually adept at business and playing games like pitch-pot was no problem for him. The principle of throwing sandbags was the same, and he hit the box that Wu Ziyan wanted in a few hits. The top of the box was a paper lantern with a cute monkey drawn on it.

He held the lantern like a child, playing with it, his eyes revealing genuine emotion; it didn't seem like he was faking it at all.

"Let's go solve some riddles! If we guess them correctly, we'll get a prize, right?"

"Generally speaking, the prize is a lantern, and you already have one."

"Hey, let's have some fun. Didn't we say we're going back tomorrow? There'll definitely be a ton of problems waiting for us when we get back. Let's drink today, for tomorrow we may die."

The lantern riddle guessing game was quite lively over there, with many women standing there with their wives, while Wu Ziyan hid behind Fang Yuerong, as she wasn't very good at guessing lantern riddles.

I just thought those lanterns were pretty, with notes hanging on them.

"A tiny, white thing, it comes out with a gentle push, illuminating the starry night sky, its light as bright as the sun, worth more than a thousand pieces of gold."

"A golden frame and white clothes, even celestial palaces and immortals dare not dwell there."

"It has a head but no neck, eyes but no eyebrows, feet but no hair, and wings but can't fly."

"A square city, with many officers and soldiers within it."

Fang Yuerong saw that she was engrossed in the riddles, which were too childish, but she frowned and thought seriously. What if she didn't know the answer?

"Pointing to those slips of paper, Yi Yi said, 'This one is the moon. It's white and bright, as bright as the sun. It's the moon.'"

"And what about this gold frame?"

Gunpowder, fish, Go.

"You're amazing!" she praised without reservation, and continued walking forward, not forgetting to take down the light sticks she had torn apart. The more she opened, the higher the prize she should win.

"A sweet word, inseparable yet always together. It warms the heart, yet its name cannot be spoken." Wu Ziyan read it aloud, word by word, and the riddle did indeed seem like a description.

The lantern seller looked at the young couple, who, to him, were not concerned with looks. I saw happiness in their eyes, so I explained, "If you guess this riddle correctly, I'll give you the biggest lantern."

It turned out to be a rabbit lantern woven from a bamboo strip, so exquisitely crafted that it could be described as lifelike. A blush crept onto Fang Yuerong's face, clearly indicating that he already knew the answer. However, since he and Wu Ziyan were not in that kind of relationship, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to try and solve the riddle.

Wu Ziyan turned to him and asked, "What is it?"

The noise of the crowd seemed to stop for a moment. His ears were ringing because when Wu Ziyan stood on tiptoe and asked him a question, someone gave him a push.

Her lips touched his earlobe, and he blinked, as if everything before him had slowed down.

Wu Ziyan also noticed that his reaction was wrong, but for some reason, there were more and more people, squeezing the two of them together.

Wu Ziyan's hands didn't know where to go, so she placed them on his chest, her face pressed against his chest, and she could hear his heart pounding.

"It's that word from just now," he said.

Wu Ziyan was still confused when Fang Yuerong pulled her away from the crowd, away from the noisy people. There were only a few scattered people on their side. Fang Yuerong's eyes shone with a strange light. He thought the person in front of him was so cute.

Caught completely off guard, he held the lantern in one hand, blocking their way, and gently kissed Wu Ziyan's lips—a sweet and salty kiss.

Wu Ziyan was completely bewildered. She had no idea what was going on, who she was, or where she was.

She stuck out her tongue and licked it once, and from that one lick, she couldn't stop. Fang Yuerong had never known that a woman's lips could be so soft, sweet, and cool.

With his other hand, he even adjusted her cloak, wrapping her up properly, while his large hand tightly embraced her waist and back.

It wasn't until both of them were breathing rapidly that Fang Yuerong's mind gradually cleared. What had he just done?

He put down the lantern, opened his eyes and stared at her. She also opened her big eyes, which showed no dissatisfaction or hatred, but rather a hint of doubt.

As if she hadn't quite reacted yet, she licked her lips, her heart still unable to regain its calm. But she didn't dislike him. He seemed to know how to do things well, very gently and tenderly, knowing when to let go and when to advance or retreat.

As she looked at him, she felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head, burying it in his chest. At this moment, she was particularly sensitive, and tears inexplicably streamed down her face.

Fang Yuerong thought she was angry. Seeing the large tears falling from her face, his heart felt like it was being choked, and he felt a little breathless. He wiped away her tears and said, "What's wrong, my boss? I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"No, can you just hold me like this for a little while?" She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face tightly against his chest, and he held her shoulders in return. The lamp fell to the ground, and he touched her head with his hand, his heart still pounding.

After a while, Wu Ziyan looked up and asked, "So what was that riddle just now?"

Fang Yuerong laughed: "Do you want to try again? It's a kiss."

Her eyes were red now, a bit like the rabbit lantern she'd made. She pouted, "You're so annoying." But her limbs were weak, and her hands hung limply on his body, as if she were just tickling him.

He could interpret this as Wu Ziyan being coquettish with him. He usually found it disgusting to see men being coquettish with women, because he felt from the bottom of his heart that men had to depend on women to live.

But today, with the scene reversed, he actually found it somewhat enjoyable, and he affectionately stroked her head, asking, "Do we still need that lamp?"

"Yes, why not?"