Shen Hanyu was caught off guard and was kissed.
Startled, he subconsciously wrapped his arms around Sang Qianqian's waist and deepened the kiss.
The corridor was dimly lit and the two of them lingered for a long time.
When the two of them separated, under the dim light, her lips were a little redder than before. She smiled and said, "Can you accompany me upstairs now?"
The depression in Shen Hanyu's heart disappeared with the kiss.
There was still no expression on his face, and his tone was indifferent. "Did I say I wouldn't accompany you?"
Even though he was angry just now, he still followed her when she dragged him up the stairs.
Sang Qianqian's smile grew wider and wider. She knew that Shen Hanyu was not angry anymore.
She thought to herself, 'Looks like doing this really worked.'
Since he was no longer angry, she did not want to waste any more time.
