Zhao Meimei: "..."
Shi Yang tugged the corners of his mouth into a smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, tracing Zhao Meimei's face inch by inch.
When their eyes met in the air, Zhao Meimei's heart immediately started racing, her mouth dry, her entire body coursing with boiling blood.
Shi Yang reached out, playfully pinching Zhao Meimei's chin: "I've been gone so long. Did you miss me?"
His warm breath hit Zhao Meimei's face. No matter how she listened, it sounded like a flirtatious tease between lovers. Her heart trembled, her grip on her clothes relaxed, and she reached around to hug Shi Yang's waist.
Shi Yang tilted his head down slightly but didn't immediately kiss Zhao Meimei. Instead, he gazed at her with an especially alluring look.
How could Zhao Meimei resist Shi Yang's charm? She hugged his waist tightly, her lips moving forward, unable to resist kissing his chin, slightly tiptoeing to press her lips to his.
