Her face instantly turned bright red, redder than a cooked shrimp, and her jade-like fair body was covered with a layer of light pink.
The whole person was as tender as a delicate rose, making one want to take a sniff, take a bite, and then hold her tight in their arms.
Ling Rong moaned with her face in her hands, burying her head in Yun Shangshu's embrace, wriggling like a little pig, awkward and shy.
Yun Shangshu, slightly taken aback, then hugged her and chuckled delightfully.
"Are you shy?"
"No..."
"Then hurry up, it's your turn."
"...I don't want to."
"Hurry up."
"I don't want to..."
She twisted and shook on him, growing more embarrassed, her body suddenly stiffening.
Because she could clearly feel someone's change...
But just now...
Yun Shangshu's dark, profound eyes stared at her, with a hint of amusement that made her feel a bit creepy.
Suddenly, he gripped her waist, lifted her up, and made her sit down.
