Long Chen was stunned, totally didn't expect Xia Ling to pull off such a sneak attack.
Xia Ling didn't back off right after touching his face, instead, she went from cupping his face to wrapping her arms around Long Chen's neck.
She seemed to get more and more into it.
Long Chen smelled a fragrance and felt Xia Ling's even more fervent actions.
In a blink, Long Chen hurriedly got up.
"What's wrong?"
Xia Ling asked, puzzled.
"With so many people around, aren't you embarrassed?"
Long Chen chuckled dryly.
Xia Ling shook her head, "If I could, I'd want the whole world to see me kissing you."
"Are you serious?"
"Uh-huh." Xia Ling nodded vigorously, "I've set my heart on you."
"We're fated but not destined for each other, let's talk about it another time, I'm leaving."
Long Chen waved his hand and left the café.
Xia Ling stared at Long Chen's retreating figure, feeling a little down.
Meanwhile, many men inside the café were filled with admiration for the departing Long Chen.
