The man watched her without blinking, Perhaps it was the dense night or the surreal lighting, but the coldness around her eyes and brows was gone, replaced with a touch of girlish charm.
And this expression, she had only shown it in front of him.
Thinking of this, Shang Yu slowly put down the medicine bottle in his hand, his arm draped over the back of the sofa, and he leaned forward, lifting her chin with his warm finger and pressed his handsome face against hers, kissing her lips directly.
He kissed deeply and fiercely.
Perhaps because the distance was a bit far, during the deep kiss, he scooped her onto his long legs.
Li Qiao had a slender figure, but was far from frail, yet when he held her in his arms, she seemed especially delicate.
When the kiss ended, the man still did not let go of her, his forehead resting against her cheek, his voice husky in her ear, "Tonight, no one will come to disturb us."
