Su Ningyan looked at his sensual, rich lips and perfect profile.
As a woman, she had to admit, this jerk was really handsome...
Zhuo Junyue's eyes remained sightless. After waiting a while for her to take the initiative to kiss him, he started to get impatient.
"Let's not discuss the leave,"
Having said that, Zhuo Junyue turned his face away, preparing to move his wheelchair.
Su Ningyan hated hearing the words 'ward off misfortune' from his mouth, but thinking of her brother, she steeled herself. One hand was pressing on Zhuo Junyue's wheelchair, the other one pulled his head and quickly brushed her lips against his.
"You must promise to let me go home on Saturday."
"Who're you trying to fool with that? Hmm?"
After a while, Su Ningyan let go of him, feeling her heart thumping rapidly, as if she had a serious heart condition.
"Is that enough?"
Suddenly, Zhuo Junyue grabbed her hand, "Little seductress, what should I do with you?"
