Wei Anning covered her mouth, smiling at the dark-faced man. She laughed and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I will kiss you."
With that, she cupped the man's face and kissed him deeply.
In an instant, the surrounding clamor faded away, leaving only their breathing and heartbeat, slowly intertwining and composing an eternal melody.
As the kiss ended, Wei Anning's lips were burning. She opened her eyes, gazing at him dreamy-eyed, "Leng Youchen, I'm sorry for making you worry these past days."
Leng Youchen gently caressed her face, the skin beneath his fingers as smooth as cream, and finally pinched her chin lightly, blowing air onto her face, "So how will you make it up to me, hmm?"
There was a lazy and sexy lilt at the end that was utterly captivating.
Wei Anning blinked her eyes, then pushed him onto the bed, straddling him. She pinned his hands at either side of his pillow, playfully saying, "How about this as compensation?"
