The doorbell kept ringing incessantly, causing Jian Liangtong to furrow her brows anxiously, and she gently wriggled in his arms.
But someone just held her tighter.
Jian Liangtong's tender ears warmed up, her little hands pushed against his abs as she whispered, "It might be Guan Yu."
"Doesn't matter." Huo Shaojun wrapped one arm around her waist, while his other hand caught Jian Liangtong's hand on his abdomen, gently clasping and caressing it.
Jian Liangtong's whole face turned red, her eyelashes drooping low, and after a moment, she lightly bit her lips and said, "What if it's something urgent?"
The doorbell kept on ringing.
If it were Guan Yu, it must be something important.
Guan Yu has the key card to the apartment; he wouldn't be ringing the doorbell.
Moreover, if he knew the two were inside, no matter how big the issue was, he probably wouldn't trouble himself to interrupt.
Therefore, Huo Shaojun was certain that the person outside was not Guan Yu.
