"Then… then why don't we…" Shen Yin wanted to go back, but when she saw Lian Jing's gradually dimming gaze, she suddenly lost her ability to speak.
"Shen Yin, do you really feel nothing for me?" Lian Jing lowered his eyes and looked at the shocked woman. He tried his best not to kiss her tender lips. He felt stifled and uncomfortable. Just as he was about to give up, a cold little hand suddenly touched his cheek.
Lian Jing looked up in surprise. The man, who could make his subordinates tremble with a single sentence, submitted to this woman.
The fireworks were over and calmness descended. The gorgeous and colorfully-lit night sky grew dark again. But Shen Yin's heart was still in turmoil.
After waiting for a long time for Shen Yin's reply, Lian Jing could not help but turn his head and kiss her palm.
