Shen chengjing's body stiffened as he kissed her. She stood there, not daring to move.
"Don't ... Don't mess around. " She said softly, kindly reminding him.
The man reached out and hugged her. The two of them spun around, and Shen chengjing's back was against the floor-to-ceiling window.
Mo Yancheng's tall body was pressed against her. Shen chengjing kept twisting and turning, and her body was pressed against the glass window.
"Uncle, someone saw us. Don 't." Shen chengjing said softly.
"No one." The man replied.
The wind blew, and it was a little cold. It lifted the curtains, and they fluttered in the wind. They even swayed with the branches, making a rustling sound.
She was a little worried when she heard his words.
"You're getting more and more into messing around. What if ... Your image is ruined?" She said in a low voice, clearly somewhat helpless.
