Shang Yu stared unwaveringly at Li Qiao, noticing the girl's eyes glued to him, not questioning the reason he had moved to action but instead concerned about whether he had been hurt.
The man's Adam's apple moved uncontrollably, his emotions barely in check as he embraced Li Qiao's shoulders, his towering physique leaned forward, pressing her against the nearby lamppost.
His kiss was fierce, their silhouettes overlapping under the lamp light, creating an intense and rich atmosphere.
In the distance, Liuyun, Wang Yue, and Luoyu each rolled their throats, looked away, took out their cigarette cases, and lit up, taking a drag of loneliness.
The early summer night was damn hot.
Before long, Shang Yu released Li Qiao, gazing at her swollen lips, his dark eyes burning with heat.
