When Xia Luo kissed Zhan Yunxiao, Zhan Yunxiao's eyes widened in disbelief.
But soon, he took the lead, holding Xia Luo's slender waist and kissing back, pouring all his passion into it.
Young love is just this straightforward and passionate. Like dry wood, a little spark can ignite a blazing fire.
"Zhan, I've got the documents..."
Yan Yu, lacking tact, knocked and entered, seeing the scene unfold, swallowing half the words he'd prepared.
"Sorry for interrupting, I'll leave first."
Xia Luo, her face already red, pushed Zhan Yunxiao away and shyly ran into the small inner suite.
"Stop." Zhan Yunxiao called Yan Yu back.
Yan Yu turned around, pleading with a grimace: "Zhan, I really didn't do it on purpose. Next time I'll wait for your permission to come in. I have no experience, and I won't make this mistake again. Please, don't send me to Africa for aid work, I don't want to go to Africa."
