Leng Yanbo's eyes were about to crack, their lips and teeth depending on each other, so engrossed that they didn't care at all whether he was there or not. The red in the corners of his eyes deepened, and he wished he could go forward and pull them apart.
But he knew very clearly that Leng Youchen was doing this on purpose for him to see, the more angry and pained he became, the happier and more proud Leng Youchen was.
The sound of their mingled saliva filled Leng Yanbo's ears, and he clenched his jaw so hard that veins bulged on his forehead, until he could no longer stay and left with a flick of his sleeves.
With a "bang," a sound came from behind him as the door slammed shut. The force was so great that the entire room trembled.
A crafty smile flickered across Leng Youchen's eyes. He pulled back his lips that had been glued to hers and looked down at the person who was still pretending to sleep, his smile lingering, "He's gone now, you can open your eyes."
