CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 321: FIRST KISS IN TWO LIFETIMES

Zhao Ting withdrew his thoughts, "What happened in the past doesn’t matter. What’s important is that now I can hold your hand, be by your side, and talk to you face to face."

"Heaven has treated me well."

Zhao Ting said solemnly.

Not only did he have the chance to come back to life, but he also found someone who moved his heart. More importantly, it wasn’t unrequited love.

When he was a prince, he had a close friend who was infatuated with someone.

Unfortunately, until his death, he never knew who his close friend was infatuated with.

After he became Zhao Ting, he secretly inquired but only found out that after mourning his death, the friend left the capital to travel the world.

It’s unclear where he is now.

Zhao Ting thought maybe his friend confessed successfully and took the girl to travel the world.

Just like this.

When Meng Yao saw Zhao Ting’s lips curl up and his eyes filled with laughter, she couldn’t help but ask him, "Why are you so happy?"

"Thinking about some things." Zhao Ting didn’t hide from Meng Yao, but rather told her about his close friend.

A fujoshi watching the bromance—

After someone died, his close friend traveled the world, clearly heartbroken, unwilling to stay in a place with shared memories.

Or perhaps there was an agreement.

"Did you ever agree to travel the world together?" Meng Yao asked.

"How did you know? We did agree! Unfortunately, I missed the appointment." Zhao Ting replied.

What kind of divine ’friendship’ is this! No, no, it’s clearly divine love. His close friend surely went to fulfill the agreement alone.

It’s too sad that someone never knew the other’s feelings until their death.

If they knew, perhaps Meng Yao wouldn’t have been involved.

"A-Yao, why is your smile so... strange?" Zhao Ting asked puzzledly, actually wanting to ask why it seemed so wicked, but feared Meng Yao might get angry.

Meng Yao quickly retracted her smile, "Oh, nothing, just thought of a possibility!"

A possibility?

"Have you thought about getting to know your close friend again?" Meng Yao asked.

Zhao Ting shook his head, "To him, I’m already dead. Now, it’s only Zhao Ting here."

Zhao Ting didn’t hesitate at all.

His close friend might have mistakenly given all their affection.

"ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh—" Meng Yao sighed deeply, what a pity, what a pity.

Zhao Ting only found Meng Yao a bit strange, but couldn’t quite tell why.

"Are you tired? If you’re tired, shall we go back and rest, and come another day?" Zhao Ting suggested.

Tired, tired in the heart.

[Host, that’s enough, I can’t believe you’re such a host! Zhao Ting is the man you like now, aren’t you afraid you’ll really bend him by doing this? I’m telling you, in ancient times, liking men wasn’t uncommon.]

"If he truly bends, I’ll certainly support them. Don’t worry; I’m very accepting and won’t discriminate against them." Meng Yao said.

[Host, you’re poisoned.]

"Do you have a cure?" Meng Yao followed the system’s words with a joke.

The system went silent; its host was not cute at all.

"You’re an electronic product; you wouldn’t understand matters of emotion. The wonder of it must be experienced firsthand. In this life, you probably won’t have the chance to experience it, too pathetic!" Meng Yao lamented.

The system decisively blocked Meng Yao, who knew what else the host might say?

"Will you carry me?" Meng Yao looked at Zhao Ting with a smile.

"Ah?" Zhao Ting was stunned for a moment, then agreed joyfully, "Okay."

Then, he squatted directly in front of Meng Yao.

In two lifetimes, no man had ever carried Meng Yao!

She leaned onto Zhao Ting’s back, Zhao Ting stood up steadily, held her, and walked forward.

"If you can’t carry me anymore, just put me down," Meng Yao said.

How could he not carry her? He felt he could carry A-Yao and walk forever.

Along the way, people cast curious glances.

There were even kind people offering to lend Zhao Ting a cart.

After thanking them, Zhao Ting declined their kindness, "I just want to carry my wife."

This man probably had a bump on his head.

Carrying someone while walking, how heavy!

Finally, Meng Yao asked to get down herself.

Of course, it wasn’t because she was shy, nor was she worried for Zhao Ting.

But being carried was quite comfortable for a while, but over time, it became exhausting, better to walk herself.

"Wow—"

Seeing the tall lotus before her, Meng Yao exclaimed, the endless mix of pink and white was simply breathtaking.

At a distance, it seemed to merge with the sky.

Meng Yao experienced the endless depth of rippling lotus leaves.

Zhao Ting called the boatman, paid with silver, and rented a small boat.

"Lotus seeds are delicious, let’s pick some lotus capsules." Zhao Ting jumped onto the small boat first and reached out to Meng Yao.

Meng Yao took Zhao Ting’s wrist and lightly leapt onto the small boat.

"Be steady, don’t capsize the boat, or it’ll be muddy below, and it’s difficult to rescue. Plus, rescuing requires payment." The boatman shouted.

These men and women, clearly not skilled in boating, insist on showing off.

There are often incidents of capsizing.

"Don’t worry, old man, it’s steady!" Zhao Ting called loudly; he was skilled in rowing.

Renting a boat included the boatman, who would row.

However, most would refuse the boatman’s company.

Most visitors to such places seek romance.

One extra person spoils the mood.

Zhao Ting was indeed steady at rowing, with a few strokes, he was hidden among the lotuses.

"There is a pavilion to the east where you can dock, it’s high up, allowing a full view of the lotus pond." Zhao Ting said, "Shall we stay in the pavilion for a while?"

"Sure, whatever you say." Meng Yao picked a lotus capsule casually, already digging out lotus seeds.

Peeling off the outer green skin, it revealed the fragrant lotus seed meat.

Meng Yao beckoned Zhao Ting over, Zhao Ting bent down, and Meng Yao popped the peeled lotus seed into Zhao Ting’s mouth.

Then, she looked at him smilingly.

She hadn’t removed the core; lotus seed cores are very bitter.

Zhao Ting liked sweet; he couldn’t handle bitterness.

The bitter taste spread in Zhao Ting’s mouth, making his face wrinkle.

Meng Yao giggled, seeing the radiant smile before him, Zhao Ting was enlightened and suddenly had an epiphany.

He bent down again, holding Meng Yao’s nape with one hand, tilting her head back, accurately pecking her lips.

Originally, Zhao Ting only planned to give a light kiss.

However, things often don’t go as planned.

Meng Yao’s lips were soft, cool, with a hint of lotus’s scent.

Upon contact, he didn’t want to let go.

For the first time in two lifetimes being kissed, Meng Yao’s brain completely froze.

She didn’t even think to push Zhao Ting away.

To Zhao Ting, this was a substantial encouragement.

He let go of the oar with one hand, wrapping it around Meng Yao’s back, focusing on deepening the kiss.

Thump, thump—

Meng Yao felt her heart might jump out.

Zhao Ting’s lips were scorching, so hot she couldn’t think.