She was so nervous that her palms were sweating. Finally, she kissed Wang Dongqing on the cheek.
After all, they were in the library, and there were many people sitting at the opposite table.
However, just as she raised her head, her gaze was once again attracted by a certain someone's good-looking thin lips.
It was cold in February, and Gu Yu's palms were sweating, turning into ice in no time.
She covered her red and hot face with her cold little hand.
Then, she tried to call out to him in a soft voice.
"Wang Dongqing, Qianqian."
"Wang Dongqing?"
"Wang. Dong. Qing!"
He really seemed to be in a deep sleep.
She just tried Yingluo gently and no one should find out.
Then, just as her lips were getting closer and closer to his ...
All of a sudden, a strong force pressed her entire body down from behind her neck, and then her lips directly touched his.
It landed on Wang Dongqing's lips.
It was slightly cold.
A few seconds later.
