"Just like this, is it not okay?"
The planetarium was empty, and this sentence had a faint echo.
Su Peizhen's slender hand was tightly pressed against his chest. Under his chest, his heartbeat was steady and powerful, one sound after another.
The sound that was like a drum beat made her pull her hand back. She took a big step back, turned around, and walked out without turning back.
The corners of Ling Jing's lips curled up. He looked at Su Peizhen's fleeing figure and felt proud in his heart.
He was still very confident in his acting skills. Su Peizhen could not think of escaping from her hands.
He blinked his eyes and made another decision in his heart. He quickly restrained his expression and chased after Su Peizhen.
..
The cold wind was very cold. By the time Su Peizhen got home, she had almost calmed down.
