Leng Youchen reached out and tightly embraced her, while behind him, Lu Feng, seeing the situation, touched his nose and tactfully turned back into the elevator.
The man's voice was gentle, "You asked so many questions all at once, which one should I answer first?"
Wei Anning grasped tightly onto his coat with both hands, smelling the earthy scent on him, her heart filled with endless unease. She softly asked, "Leng Youchen, why is your hand so badly injured?"
Even though the man had narrowly escaped death, at this moment his heart was full of happiness. He held her tightly; even knowing he would encounter danger tonight, he still chose to attend the meeting at Eden.
Because he had come to understand her feelings.
He slowly released her, lifted her chin with his hand, and gently lowered his head to kiss her lips. At first, it was just a brush of lips, a gentle peck, and then another.
For the first time, Wei Anning was so compliant and did not let go of him.
