Bai Bing was taken aback for a moment as Tang Jin had already reached out and held her tightly, burying his head in her hair.
"I thought you weren't coming back." Tang Jin said in a low voice.
Despite Tang Jin's memory loss and child-like temper, he was still a real, mature man.
Being held so tightly by him, Bai Bing instantly felt uncomfortable.
"I said I would come back, and so I have." Bai Bing said, trying to break free from him.
But Tang Jin tightly held her waist and wouldn't let go.
June was heated, and the two weren't wearing much. When they embraced, large portions of their skin stuck to each other.
Bai Bing's head was forced against Tang Jin's chest; she could distinctly smell the fresh scent on him and even his rapid, powerful heartbeat.
Bai Bing's face grew inexplicably warm.
Bai Bing gave a light cough and pushed Tang Jin: "Tang Jin, let me go."
"I won't," Tang Jin said, in a childishly charming tone.
