"Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"
Chu Mucheng said, lightly pecking her lips, so gentle.
And the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with laughter.
Tao Zhixiang felt even more upset.
Look at him, still proudly saying such things now!
"No!"
Tao Zhixiang immediately retorted, reaching out to push away Chu Mucheng's large hand gripping her chin, but to no avail.
Chu Mucheng smiled.
"Really not? Maybe you're lying!"
The sinister hand even carried a slight chill, inching forward like a cold, smooth little snake, meandering past so she couldn't resist.
"Chu Mucheng, enough!"
Tao Zhixiang glared at him angrily, trying to conceal her inner turmoil.
But then, Chu Mucheng released her chin, gently caressing her cheek, landing on her brow.
"Your eyes are so swollen, did you... cry last night?"
His fingertips were cold, gently falling beneath her eyes.
"No!"
Tao Zhixiang continued to refute.
