Lu Zhanting lowered his head and gently kissed her.

Although his kiss was totally unexpected, it somehow felt natural.

Yun Wei was slightly shocked for a split second, but she soon responded to his kiss.

Because she knew that he wouldn’t cross his own self-imposed boundary and that her response was exactly what he needed.

He relaxed his hold on Yun Wei.

Yun Wei’s eyes were shut, her long, curly lashes gently fluttering.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Lu Zhanting’s handsome face. He looked like he was trying to suppress a smile.

Giving him a gentle thump with her fist, she asked, “What was that for?”

“To reassure you.” Lu Zhanting’s lips curled into a smile.

If she had been feeling anxious about losing him, he was willing to help her get rid of that sentiment.

“What do I need to be reassured of?” Yun Wei felt the heat in her cheeks.

She definitely wasn’t jealous of those ordinary women.

Lu Zhanting let out a soft laugh, saying happily, “But I sense…”

Jealously. Very intense jealousy.

Yun Wei quickly stood upright and thumped him, protesting, “It’s only because you’re too good-looking and too smart. That’s why so many girls are attracted to you.”

“Well, if I wasn’t cute or smart enough, you wouldn’t have given me a second look either, no?”

“Oh yes, that’s true.” But to Yun Wei, the thought of so many amorous women all going for him at once stressed her out a little.

“Well, it doesn’t matter how many women are attracted to me…” Lu Zhanting inched closer to her ear, adding, “I only like you.”

At that, Yun Wei seemed to relax. His words made her feel warm and fuzzy.

Noticing Yun Wei’s pout and the troubled expression on her face, Lu Zhanting pulled her back into his arms again, asking, “When will you turn eighteen?”

“Whatever, just not now,” Yun Wei replied, sounding unhappy.