Cen Shuang blushed and said angrily, "I'm 20 years old. I'm not young anymore."
Zhuang Hong smiled. "Aren't you going to date me?"
Cen Shuang blushed and quickly loosened her grip. "I..."
Before Cen Shuang could finish her sentence, Zhuang Hong suddenly came even closer. His lips were imprinted on hers, and she could smell his masculine musk.
Cen Shuang looked at Zhuang Hong who had suddenly approached her. She seemed to have felt Zhuang Hong's heart beating. His heartbeat was as fast as hers, but it was more powerful than hers. She imitated his demeanour and carefully responded. The man was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of solemnity in his dark eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Cen Shuang into his embrace.
"Shuang Shuang, you're back? I'm coming in!"
