Meimei waited for a while, but didn't see Zhong Qing come out; instead, Dan Tingye's hand continued to wander around her waist, tickling her like a worm, causing her to twist and turn impatiently to divert her attention.
"You're the only one here who's mine." Dan Tingye's hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and he lowered his head, leaning close to her neck, his warm breath spilling over her face, indescribably ticklish.
Meimei's pretty face instantly turned red. She wanted to dodge to the side, but Dan Tingye seemed to know her thoughts and pinned her to the sofa, ready to kiss her.
"Young master, Miss Zhong has brought..."
The bodyguard's voice had just sounded when it abruptly fell silent.
Standing at the corner of the living room, he saw the scene before him clearly, anxious to turn around, wishing he could vanish into thin air in an instant.
He had interrupted the young master's good time; not even the heavens could save him.
"Tingye..."
