His finger lightly tapped his own thin lips, which were perfectly curved, slender yet resilient, possessing a captivating perfection. No wonder so many women threw themselves at him like moths to a flame.
"You're still smiling..." Qin Yucen raised her hand to gently pound on his chest, but Huo Jingtang caught her wrist and held it in his embrace. He stared at her, his dark eyes filled with strands of tenderness that made Qin Yucen forget to struggle, forget to breathe, utterly intoxicated by his gentle gaze.
"Jingtang, this is a hospital, Yurong is still here, and auntie will be coming up soon." Qin Yucen took the opportunity to catch her breath, pressing her hand against his chest to hold back the burning passion within him.
Huo Jingtang bit his teeth, struggling to control the restless factor inside his body, "Then when we get home, you owe me double the compensation."
Qin Yucen said nothing, but complex emotions surged within her heart.