Yuan Shimo pulled Jiang Qingli through a long corridor, making several turns. Just as she was about to get dizzy, they finally stopped in front of a window.
Once they stopped, Yuan Shimo raised his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
Jiang Qingli thought he was still upset about not being able to find her last night. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gently patted his back, soothing him like a kitten. "Alright, alright," she whispered, "don't be upset, kitty. I'll tell you in advance next time if something comes up..."
A sigh seemed to escape by her ear.
Yuan Shimo suddenly asked, "Was it him?"
Jiang Qingli froze, still a bit dazed. "What..."
She couldn't finish her sentence, because Yuan Shimo raised his hand and pressed the pad of his thumb against her lower lip, caressing it gently.
The young man lowered his gaze, his eyelashes casting faint shadows on his face, giving him an inexplicably sensual look.
