After several months, she finally called his name again.
Gazing at her blushing face, Chu Xinian felt a softness in his heart that was almost absurd, and he murmured, "I cannot give you to Bo Jinghang."
Qin Yiren blinked slowly.
The alcohol was burning in her mind, successfully lowering her IQ to a negative number. She couldn't understand his words at all and hummed, "Hmm?"
Chu Xinian was amused by her, raised his hand to pinch her cheek, and leaned down as if he were enchanted.
Watching her Qingmei-like face slowly magnify in front of him.
Almost kissing her tender lips, Chu Xinian stopped at the critical moment, breathing in her fragrance that tightened his lower abdomen, nearly devouring her on the spot.
Restrained, he closed his eyes.
Chu Xinian slowly retreated, not wanting to take advantage of her at such a moment.
Staring blankly as Chu Xinian pulled away, Qin Yiren yawned for the nth time, slumped into the seat, and fell asleep directly.
