Shen Dang pecked heavily on Qiao Xi's lips.
He struggled to suppress the desire in his heart, reluctantly letting her go.
But he didn't completely let go... his face was still buried in her neck.
Qiao Xi felt his heavy, restrained breaths.
This was too much—
He couldn't control himself.
The doorbell was still ringing; in a rush, Qiao Xi urged him, "Hurry up and answer the door."
Shen Dang shifted slightly, his voice hoarse and almost grinding, "How can I go like this?"
Not knowing who was waiting outside, Qiao Xi noticed his change, her cheeks flushing even redder.
She struggled, "Then I'll go."
"Don't you go."
Qiao Xi was helpless, "Are you kidding?"
Shen Dang's fingertips slid from her eyelids to the corners of her eyes.
Her eyes were wet, like a startled little rabbit, with a faint red at the corners.
She definitely looked moved.
How could he let others see her like this?
