Qi Lan didn't know what Young Master Zun had in mind, standing there awkwardly, her body somewhat stiff, her gaze following his movements: "Young Master Zun, is there something amiss with me?"
"No, you're perfect."
Qi Lan's heart raced: "If there's nothing, Young Master Zun, I'll be leaving."
Feeling that Young Master Zun's gaze was a bit excessive, just then, Zun Zun suddenly leaned over, taking a deep breath near her ear, "What kind of shower gel did you use, it smells so fresh and lovely."
Qi Lan's ears turned bright red.
In the next second, Zun Zun tilted her chin upward, leaned over, his lips drawing near.
Qi Lan was so startled she stepped back two paces: "Zun... Young Master Zun..."
"Don't move!" Suddenly a hand held her back, preventing further retreat, Qi Lan's face turned redder, heart beating faster, as his lips were about to meet hers.
Suddenly, Sheng Sheng tugged Zun Zun back by his collar, "Stop messing around!"
