Zuo Hancheng's Male Beauty (4)

However, before she could say anything, Zuo Hancheng had already put down the glass in his hand and looked at her.

Uh...

Anhao met his gaze and was instantly terrified. She could only grin.

Obviously, Zuo Hancheng thought that she was feeling embarrassed. He patted the seat beside him with great satisfaction and patience, signaling for her to sit there.

Well, it was better to sit over and chat. It was much better than standing here stiffly like a primary school student accepting punishment.

Anhao made up her mind and walked over. Just as she was about to sit down in front of Zuo Hancheng, her waist suddenly tightened. Zuo Hancheng did not give her any time to start her speech. Anhao felt the world spinning in front of her and she was instantly pressed into the soft bed. She was about to speak when Zuo Hancheng's long and gentle kiss pressed down on her.