Before Qi Xinzhu could finish, Lu Luo lifted her up, changing their position as he pinned her against the wall.
Lu Luo had originally thought he would be overcome with passion, but as he held Qi Xinzhu, a long-missed sense of peace washed over his heart instead.
Kissing, embracing.
Holding you is an impulse, but kissing you is a deliberate decision.
But just as the two were getting into a rhythm, DING! Lu Luo's phone chimed—probably a text message.
Lu Luo ignored it. Qi Xinzhu, however, kept her eyes closed as she slipped her slender fingers into Lu Luo's pocket and deftly retrieved his phone.
Qi Xinzhu didn't break their kiss; she merely glanced at the phone.
Seeing this, Lu Luo also snuck a peek. Which idiot is sending texts at a time like this?
Then he suddenly noticed—the number was Bai Yuetong's!
A rich girl... this is a bit awkward.
He held Qi Xinzhu. Although their lips were still pressed together, they made no further moves.
