The eldest and second sons of the Yu Family, who were entertaining guests, simultaneously looked up and glanced around. Yu Mingxi lowered his head, pretending to play with the fuzzy balls on his sweater.
The voice came from that row, and while others might not know, all three of the Yu brothers knew that besides the quirky third son, who else would be so bored?
Meanwhile, Yu Minglang was already immersed in the emotional moment he imposed on himself, his heart surging with emotion. The shout from the third son jolted him, and he directly pulled Qian over, lowering his head to kiss her—not on the agreed cheek but on her lips, which were adorned with the most striking shade of lipstick.
Qian was stunned by his sudden move. Yu Minglang shouldn't be so lacking in self-control, becoming deeply engrossed with just one call, but when she saw the seriousness in his eyes, she closed her eyes peacefully, cooperating with his intense kiss.
