Under the willow trees, beside the azure lake, two people gazed at each other from a close distance.
Upon meeting Li Chengyun's tender gaze, Jingrong was momentarily taken aback, a newfound sense of security and warmth blooming in her heart.
In this moment, she wished for time to stand still. She wanted to look at Li Chengyun like this, to grow old together in peace.
Gazing quietly at his Jingrong, Li Chengyun subconsciously lowered his head, leaned in, and gently kissed her soft and sweet lips.
The next second, Jingrong let out a surprised cry, she quickly pushed away Li Chengyun: "Li Chengyun, not again!"
How many times had he done this since they met today? When he was with her, could he think of anything other than this?
Li Chengyun squinted slightly, a dangerous glint in his deep eyes.
The corner of his lips lifted into a wicked, seductive smirk: "Jingrong, how many times have you pushed me away today?"
