Lu Yang was startled by Ouyang Qinglian's scream.
It came too suddenly.
He had no idea what got into this girl.
But Ouyang Qinglian immediately charged over.
She hopped right into his arms.
The impact was full-on.
This was only manageable because it was Lu Yang; if it were any other man, they would probably have been knocked straight to the ground by Ouyang Qinglian's leaping embrace.
That's wrong, Ouyang Qinglian would never do such a thing to any other man.
So there was no "what if."
"Lu Yang, do you know? I was just thinking of you, thinking of you and then the next second you appeared! My gosh, is this what they call telepathy?" Ouyang Qinglian was so excited that she hugged Lu Yang's face and kissed him.
In an instant, Lu Yang's face was covered in her saliva.
Key is she seemed quite pleased with her "masterpiece," giggling non-stop.
