But Yu Jingrong didn't have it. The more Li Chengyun kissed her, the more desolate she felt. Li Chengyun's decision to get engaged was like a silent punch that hit her hard in the chest.
Two words: "Uncomfortable!"
Seeming to notice Yu Jingrong's distraction, Li Chengyun slowly stopped kissing her, lingeringly pulled away from her lips, but held her on his lap, his hot breath against her forehead.
Despite her reluctance, when the kiss ended, Yu Jingrong's cheeks were still crimson and her eyes flirtatious, but they also held anger: "Li Chengyun, can you talk to me properly?"
Lowering his gaze to Yu Jingrong's swollen and moist lips, Li Chengyun's eyes became darker: "I think talking like this is quite good..."
"Li Chengyun, I'm angry." When Yu Jingrong said this, she wasn't really angry.
She was just pretending to scare Li Chengyun, hoping that he could be a bit more serious and discuss engagement and marriage with her properly.
