Two people, four hands playing the piano together.
So harmonious, it's as if they're one person.
From start to finish, their emotions were so invested it seemed as if they were the protagonists of the story.
When it was finally over, Ye Mingmei still felt somewhat unsatisfied.
Excitedly turning her head, wanting to say something, she met Yu Xiuzhun's intriguing and devilish eyes, and was suddenly stunned.
In a second, she returned from the story to reality, pursed her lips, awkwardly unsure of what to say.
The atmosphere was so good that it wasn't suitable for arguing at this moment.
Ye Mingmei watched as his handsome face leaned closer to her lips.
By the time she reacted to reject him, it was already too late.
"Yu Xiuzhun..."
"Don't refuse me, you know I won't agree, be good, I'll be gentle..."
...
When leaving the seaside, Ye Mingmei's consciousness was completely hazy, too tired even to lift a finger.
Indeed, believing Yu Xiuzhun's words is foolish.
