He helped her wipe the rice off the corner of her lips, and he used one large hand to caress her small face. He was unwilling to leave.
All he could see was her small cherry-like lips, and because she ate rice, it made her lips extra moist. They were covered with a layer of thin powder pink and looked more delicious than anything else.
Lu Shaoming swallowed his saliva.
He wanted to kiss her.
Ning Qing did not know what he was doing, and she used her small hand to press his large palm down. "Shaoming, you…"
Her eyes blacked out, and the man pinned himself on her.
As he was pinning himself on her, the sound of knocking on the door rang out in the air. Knock knock. The service staff came to serve the dishes.
Lu Shaoming furrowed his eyebrows. It would be a lie if he said that it did not disrupt his mood. He wanted to touch her for the 3rd or 4th time tonight, but he was unable to do so.
