As if trying to make up for the past two months.
Their breaths intertwined in a fiery blaze.
Si Yuting kissed so hard and for so long that Qu Tong's back began to ache from being pressed against something, and she let out a soft moan while withdrawing a hand to push at Si Yuting's shoulder.
Si Yuting loosened his hold, half turning his body to sit on the wooden shelf of the open wardrobe, drawing her into his embrace.
At a half head shorter than him, Si Yuting was in just the right position to scatter gentle yet restrained kisses across her neck and collarbone.
Even after they parted, Si Yuting's heartbeat was erratic.
Si Yuting lifted Qu Tong's left hand and kissed her index finger, his deep voice carrying a bewitching tone, "Ali, would it be alright to cancel the application?"
Qu Tong licked her slightly numb lips, gazing at Si Yuting for quite some time.
