Qi Yu had just jumped off the low wall behind the Lin Residence when she fell into a warm embrace.
With her arms wrapped around Li Mingjue's neck, she asked in a lazy tone, "How did you get here?"
Li Mingjue held her tightly, as if afraid she would be stolen away, and looked at her seriously, his voice soft, "I was worried about you."
Qi Yu felt a tremor in her heart at his earnest expression. She bit her lip, cupped Li Mingjue's face with both hands, and slightly leaned forward to plant a light kiss on his deep-red lips.
After the kiss, she shifted her gaze away somewhat embarrassedly and patted Li Mingjue's shoulder, signaling him to let her down.
Li Mingjue did not comply with her wishes.
He realized that after the two slaps in the afternoon, he seemed to have triggered some inexplicable switch, and could hardly contain the impulse in his heart anymore. He frequently yearned to do something more intimate.
