"Say something, why aren't you talking? Why did the wound on the corner of your mouth and the wound on the corner of my mouth match? When I woke up, there was a wound on the corner of my lips. Tell me, how did it come about?"
It was rare for ruan Mengmeng to be so domineering in front of li junyu.
She tugged on his tie with one hand and pointed at his thin lips with the other. She was just short of engraving the words 'swagger' on his forehead.
The Sixth Sense of a young girl was always very strong.
Thinking about the kiss in her dream that made her blush and her heart race, ruan Mengmeng could already vaguely guess the origin of the wound.
Logically speaking, she should be angry.
However, for some reason, not only was she not angry after being offended, but she also felt an inexplicable sweetness in her heart.
Li junyu stole a kiss from her.
He had come back in the middle of the night and specially ran into her room just to secretly kiss her.
