Jing Haohao's entire body was tense. In the next second, she said coldly, "Let me go, you're making me uncomfortable."
Liang Chen only pulled Jing Haohao closer into his arms.
Whether it was the alcohol driving him or not, Liang Chen brushed against her hair, taking in the scent of their mingled love, and for that moment, he had a strange illusion. He imagined that at this moment, he and Jing Haohao were not arguing or harbouring resentment, but simply in love, and embracing each other affectionately after their tryst.
His embrace was warm and broad, offering a greater sense of security than Shen Liangnian's. With Jing Haohao's hand on his chest, she could hear his heart pounding steadily.
Thump by thump, powerful and rhythmic.
For some reason, her own heart started to race as well. She instinctively reached out to push him away, but he suddenly leaned in and planted a light kiss on her earlobe.
