Zhang Jingdong played with Lin Xirui's delicate hand with his left hand and took out his cell phone with his right to call Lin Xiran.
"Sweetheart, come on down, we're at your dorm building."
"Okay!"
Soon, Lin Xiran was seen appearing at the entrance of the building. Zhang Jingdong still wouldn't let go of his hand, and Lin Xirui became anxious: "Let go of me!"
Zhang Jingdong smirked: "Let me kiss you one more time and then I'll let go!"
"You... you're being too much!"
"I don't care, if you don't let me kiss you, then I'm never letting go!"
Seeing Lin Xiran walking over with a hesitant face, and Zhang Jingdong not looking like he was joking at all, Lin Xirui had no choice but to concede: "You... you better make it quick."
Zhang Jingdong immediately laughed with delight, gave Lin Xirui's face a heavy kiss, and then contentedly opened the car door.
