Similar words had been told to Tang Song by his elder sister and the beautician before, but hearing them directly from his first love now, he only felt his blood boiling, itching for action.
Involuntarily, he held his breath and moved his body closer to her.
"Do you like it?"
Liu Qingning quickly withdrew her hand and shrank back, "Tang Song, don't get so close, it's hot."
"Then I'll lower the air conditioning temperature."
"No need, just cover yourself with a blanket."
Tang Song didn't answer her, he just unabashedly admired her cute and beautiful face.
Under the dim night light, it had a warm and serene beauty.
He hadn't properly looked at her for so long, he felt like he couldn't get enough.
Their breaths intermingled.
The scent of her shower gel and facial cleanser was particularly distinct, constantly tugging at his heartstrings.
Their eyes met.
There was less than 10 centimeters between them.
