Yan Luoxi caught a glimpse of the stiff smile on that face from the corner of her eye. She instinctively dodged Li Yeqi's descending lips, lightly grasping the collar of his shirt, and whispered, "Li Yeqi, someone's watching."
The woman's voice was shy and delicate; Li Yeqi didn't pay attention to the piercing gaze from behind him. He stubbornly made a loud smack on her lips, a sound so loud even Fu Lun, standing by the door, heard it.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense, and Li Yeqi reached out to hold her shoulder, turned around leisurely to look at Fu Lun, hiding a sharp edge in his smile as he said, "So, Mr. Fu has a hobby of spying on other people's intimate moments?"
Fu Lun looked at Yan Luoxi's blushing face. His hand by his side quietly clenched into a fist, the urge to go over and separate them was too strong. He said, "Mr. Li, you're not a teenager anymore. If you want to be intimate, don't do it at someone else's doorstep; it's not appropriate."
