Wei Anning widened her eyes, the familiar male scent lingered at her nose. She naturally knew who was kissing her. She glanced at Chenchen, who was sitting in the middle and engrossed in the movie, and was truly shocked by Leng Youchen's boldness.
She reached out to press his shoulder but didn't dare make a sound, afraid that Chenchen would turn around and see them.
Precisely because she was worried Chenchen might look back, there was an added thrill, and the pressure on her lips became more intense. Wei Anning's heartbeat was about to leap out of her chest.
Her tightly clenched fist was full of sweat, unable to believe that the usually aloof and abstinent man would be here, kissing her like a big boy, seeking excitement.
Leng Youchen traced the shape of her lips, with a seat between them, while Wei Chenchen was fully absorbed in watching the screen, laughing along with the kids, completely unaware that his beloved mom and dad were secretly kissing again behind his back.
