Leng Youchen held her by the waist; even though she was in his arms at this moment, his heart could not find peace. He squinted slightly, looking at her delicate face so close to him. Her eyes were closed, eyelashes trembling lightly like two small fans, fluttering and stirring an itch in his heart.
He deepened the kiss, his large hand on her waist growing more forceful, kissing until neither of them could catch their breath, then he finally released her, resting his forehead against her smooth one, and he sighed, "What am I supposed to do with you?"
Her single kiss calmed even the most restless heart.
Wei Anning held his face with both hands, her gaze deeply affectionate as she looked at him, "Leng Youchen, don't worry, I'll be fine."
"How can you ask me not to worry? A few days apart and you end up jailed. I truly want to bind you to me, wherever I go, you go, and we'll never be apart." Leng Youchen said.
