The content of the teahouse image online had somehow become amusing to Zhou Luchen. This whole business about bodyguards gatekeeping the teahouse, and a rich young master booking the entire venue to listen to traditional Chinese storytelling while pursuing Little Ajing.
Why is it that others could discern a story from just one image?
Zhou Luchen thought about it, but not too deeply. He had no interest in pondering the whys and wherefores of love.
He pressed the elevator button and got in.
Shen Jing turned her head, stood on tiptoes, hooked his collar downward, and lightly kissed his lips.
Her lips felt a bit warm.
But she felt so satisfied…
Feeling content, she lowered her head, shy and quiet.
Accompanied by Zhou Luchen's mocking yet teasing laughter, he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her back. "There's a camera."
Following the direction Zhou Luchen indicated, Shen Jing looked up and spotted the fisheye camera in the corner of the elevator.
