With her peripheral vision, she sensed Qin Hao leaning in, smelled the masculine scent wafting over, and felt the warmth sweeping in.
In that moment, Qiao Jiaying felt warm inside and out, as if basking in the vibrant hues of a floral paradise.
Filled with anticipation, she instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for that tender kiss to come.
The next moment.
Ring ring ring.
An inopportune, piercing ringtone suddenly sounded.
Qiao Jiaying opened her eyes to see Qin Hao's stiff expression.
"Sir, I'm sorry!"
Qiao Jiaying sincerely apologized, since it was her phone ringing.
Qin Hao smiled wryly: "It's okay."
But inwardly he was complaining: Does God have a bug? Every time I'm about to succeed in my scheme, something comes up!
Qiao Jiaying, full of apologies, answered the call, "Weiwei, what's wrong?"
A female voice anxiously said on the other end: "Jiaying, you have to save me!"
"What's wrong, Weiwei?"
Qiao Jiaying frowned.
