When it comes to flirting, a hundred replicas were not enough to compete with Lu Shaoming.
Ning Qing conceded, and plopped softly onto the sofa.
Lu Shaoming moved his body and got close to her. The hand placed on the back of the sofa slowly came forward, cupping her shoulder.
Ning Qing only placed her two hands on his collar, and buried her small face into his strong embrace.
Hmm, she missed him dearly.
Missed every scent of his body, missed the strength his hands.
"Shaoming." Her watery eyes looked at him. She used her expression to hint that she did not care if there was anyone peeking; she wanted him to kiss her.
Lu Shaoming only looked at her and did not touch her.
Ning Qing was so flustered and shy. She felt her blood rush to her head. She did not realize that she could be so easily seduced. When he did not kiss her, she searched for his thin lips and kissed him.
