A gentle kiss, filled with endless tenderness.
Shen Li could feel the warmth from Huo Siyu's lips, and she couldn't help but look up at his smiling face—there was no severity, no authority, only boundless love.
This man, usually so reserved, moved people deeply when he was tender.
"Just a phone call and I would have gone back, why make the trip?" Shen Li said.
Everywhere else might be fine, but during Fashion Week, there were always many people, and even more journalists.
There was no need for any tricks to control the spread of photos, but Huo Siyu definitely didn't like crowded and noisy places.
It would have been best for her to go by car and then meet at home.
Huo Siyu took Shen Li's hand and said, "It was on the way."
Just as she was about to turn and leave, Shen Li saw flashlights flaring nearby; she frowned slightly, as Huo Siyu seemed to really dislike being photographed.