However, listening to Tong Xiaohua defend him in such a manner brought Yan Bo great joy.
But being inebriated, he couldn't allow himself to express too much enthusiasm.
He could only pretend to murmur vaguely, "Oh," and deliberately leaned his body closer to hers, tilting his head to gently rest it on her shoulder.
There was a faint, fresh scent about her that made him want to bury his head deep into the nape of her neck and sleep like that.
Of course, he understood that such thoughts were overly indulgent. After all, their relationship had just begun, and out of respect, he decided to follow the established pace properly. He was afraid that any overly intimate gestures might frighten her.
He surmised that the French kiss they had just shared had already scared her quite a bit.
Moreover, he was worried that if he went too far, it would make it even more difficult to get past Tong Xiaohua's father.
