Bo Fengheng's slender fingertips began to tap on the cell phone screen.
Because the screen was too small, Mu Yin involuntarily leaned closer, not realizing that by doing so, they were now very close to each other.
Bo Fengheng paused slightly.
But he continued typing calmly, merely pretending to be thinking and subtly shifting his body to the side.
Without support, Mu Yin, caught off guard, leaned forward and plunged into his embrace.
Bo Fengheng also appeared unprepared and was directly toppled onto the sofa by her.
His large hand naturally held her.
"..." Mu Yin was startled and struggled to get up fiercely.
Yet, he watched her tenderly, unwilling to let go, his deep voice filled with endless seduction and tenderness, "Yinyin..."
His deep eyes rippled with profound affection, as if gazing into her soul.
Mu Yin's heart tightened, and she forcefully pushed him away, scrambling up awkwardly, "Let me see the edited version first before you send it out."
