But Shang Yu's strong arms were tightly wrapped around her, preventing Li Qiao from breaking free and fleeing.
Though it was a deep kiss, he abided by the rules and made no other overstepping moves.
After the kiss ended, Li Qiao bumped her forehead against his chest.
There was a bit of an ostrich mentality about her, as she regulated her breathing. At the same time, she quietly wiped the moisture from her lips onto Shang Yu's shirt.
At that moment, the man's palms rubbed up and down her back as he lifted the corners of his lips lazily and glanced towards a corner of the grandstand with the tail of his eyes.
The moment Liuyun and the others caught the boss's glance, they immediately looked up at the sky, pretending they saw nothing.
Pressing his thin lips together, Shang Yu soothingly stroked her hair.
