37 Lets Move House 3 (1/2)

In the end, Peach's father could only mourn his misfortune and condemn his resignation to the matter. He had simply blurted out his thoughts in the heat of the moment and was not really going to build a concrete wall.

That summer vacation, Peach spent it carefreely, following Shen Mochen around, and calling him with a smile, ”Husband, Husband.”

Sitting at his desk, Shen Mochen turned to look at her speechlessly, his dark and deep eyes stared at Peach intensely. Resignedly, he sighed, ”Peach, are you sure you know what a 'husband' means?”

”Huh? I'm sure! Hasn't it been mentioned many times before?” Peach replied as she happily dug into the half of a big watermelon that she was hugging while sitting on the floor of Shen Mochen's room.

Shen Mochen looked at her with a complicated expression on his face. She was only ten years old and still looked like a child with her round face and big eyes. Furthermore, she had not grown very tall. In fact, she had always been a head shorter than him.

'Sigh.'

Sighing again, Shen Mochen shook his head, feeling like he was preaching to deaf ears.

”Why do you keep asking me this question?” Peach dug a huge spoonful of watermelon and ate it. Her large bright eyes filled with curiosity, she turned around and asked him, ”Could it be that you want me to kiss you but are too embarrassed to ask?”

”How is that possible…” Shen Mochen glared at her and retorted angrily. However, before he could finish talking, Peach had put down the watermelon in her hand and went to his side. Bending down, she kissed him on his soft lips.

There was a sweet scent of watermelon on his lips.

As well as the feel of her tender lips.

”Peach, you idiot!” Shen Mochen suddenly felt defeated.