There was not a single hint of shame or embarrassment on his beautiful face; his expression was filled entirely with mischievous victory. "So, did you miss me... or did you miss this?"
Su Qinglan's brain practically short-circuited. Her face was so hot she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. She looked exactly like a ripe, red cherry tomato, her skin practically glowing with embarrassment.
"Y-You..." Su Qinglan stammered wildly, her tongue tripping over her words. She desperately tried to push her elbows back to create some distance, but he was like an immovable brick wall.
"What absolute nonsense are you talking about?! I-I don't understand what you mean at all! Let me go!"
An Mo laughed out loud, his heart completely full. "Still not admitting it? Oh, my sweet Lanlan, why must you be so incredibly stubborn?"
Before she could utter another frantic protest, An Mo suddenly loosened his arms just enough to grip her hands.
