song qincheng's waist hit the automatic metal buckle of her belt when she was suddenly hugged by someone. the pain hit her, and a look of shock appeared on her face for a moment, even though she quickly covered it up.
yu tingchuan looked at her, and his tone was no different from when he answered the phone. " "it's so late, why aren't you home yet?"
this question was a little out of place.
song qincheng's hands were still on his shoulders, and yu tingchuan's hands were still around his waist. her eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she was hesitating about something. a few seconds later, their eyes met, and a messy smile appeared on her lips."i was just planning to go back."
however, yu tingchuan had no intention of letting go.
in the waning night, the silence also spread out, making people feel that they shouldn't be in this situation.
not long after, another car turned and drove past them.
