"Yaoyao, let me be your one and only," Lucia murmured, his voice as smooth as aged wine and full of endless temptation.
With that, he slowly lowered his head, leaning in to kiss Su Yaoyao. As the distance between them shrank, the air grew thick with a heart-pounding intimacy.
Just then, a noise came from the living room—louder this time, as if someone was deliberately making a disturbance.
Lucia and Su Yaoyao froze. They exchanged a look, a bad feeling rising in both of them.
Though he was just as suspicious, Lucia put on a gentle smile to soothe Su Yaoyao. He patted her shoulder lightly and said in a steady voice, "I'll go take a look."
With that, he rose slowly and walked out of the room with a steady gait, gently closing the door behind him and blocking the view of the living room.
Left alone in the room, Su Yaoyao felt her heart pound with unease from the sudden interruption. She had no idea what to do.
