The bustling World Trade Center.
The kiss of this beautiful couple instantly filled the surroundings with a tinge of sourness.
After all, a top-tier beauty like Ning Mengyao was extremely rare.
Yet now she was clinging onto the other's neck for dear life.
Ignoring everything else, passionately kissing.
"Damn it, this guy must be a rich second generation!"
"Stop kissing, it's my turn now."
"If she were my girl, that kiss would be worth dying ten years earlier!"
In the envious eyes of the people around,
Ning Mengyao, her face blushing, sheepishly let go of Lin Fan's neck.
She hadn't expected herself to lose control like that.
As for Lin Fan, he had a smile on his lips.
At that moment, this iceberg had finally thawed completely.
"I really dreamt about you last night."
Taking another step forward, Ning Mengyao was now tightly clutching Lin Fan's arm.
Resting her head on his shoulder.
Don't underestimate this small gesture.
