Yu Jingrong turned back to look at him, Li Chengyun's deep eyes were shining brightly into hers, setting her heart into a subconscious panic.
"I'm going to find Qinghuan…" Before she can finish her sentence, Li Chengyun pulls her into his arms, his heated lips lightly sweeping across her face.
Yu Jingrong twists her body, instinctively stepping back, but he holds her tighter.
In the room, a ambiguous atmosphere is quietly setting in.
So close to each other, their breaths interweaving, Yu Jingrong softly breathes onto him, placing her hand on his shoulder, hoping to put some distance between them, but Li Chengyun has no intention of letting her go, holding her even tighter.
Leaning in slightly, his nose gently touches hers, tilting his head slightly to the side, he was about to kiss her lips...
Just then, there's a knock on the door.
Both of them are taken aback, instantly jolted back to the present.
