"Tian'ao... it's been so long since you've held me like this..." Xiao Lanlan leaned into his embrace and murmured, "I can't even remember the last time you held me..."
Knowing that Ling Tian'ao couldn't refuse her, Xiao Lanlan continued to pour out her feelings.
But it wasn't as straightforward as before.
Each sentence was perfectly calculated, simultaneously refusing and inviting.
Ling Tian'ao remained expressionless, carrying Xiao Lanlan toward the bedroom.
Because the Ling Family house was so large, there was still some distance to the room.
Xia Zhisu had finally succeeded in cracking Dongye's computer and, excited, went downstairs to find Ling Tian'ao. She had just reached the top of the stairs, not yet descended, when she saw Ling Tian'ao carrying Xiao Lanlan down the corridor.
Ling Tian'ao had his back to Xia Zhisu.
And Xiao Lanlan, being held by Ling Tian'ao, was facing Xia Zhisu.
