Lin Banxia tilted her small head up, actively entangling with him for a moment.
"By the way, did you have dinner?" Lin Banxia, now realizing her back was pressed against the fridge, asked with concern.
"No, as soon as I got off the plane, I came straight to find you," Yan Ting said hoarsely, his lips greedily lingering on hers, unwilling to let go.
Lin Banxia felt the man still gently kissing the corners of her lips, and she shyly laughed as she leaned back, her voice tinged with embarrassment: "I was just planning to make some noodles!"
"Alright, let me try your cooking!" Yan Ting loved seeing her in such a shy, captivating state—it was as if her delicate cat-like paws were scratching at his heart, tickling him.
"If you keep this up, how can I cook? You should go sit on the sofa!" Lin Banxia hadn't realized just how persistent Yan Ting's clingy nature could be; staying close to her like this made her heart tremble uncontrollably.
