"Let me go."
With the manly scent filling her nostrils, Hualing felt a mixture of shyness and anger, and she pounded her small fists against Lin Jinlei's chest.
Realizing that something was amiss, Lin Jinrui blushed, and subconsciously threw her away.
"Ah."
With another cry, Hualing landed on her tiptoes and promptly leaned backward.
As the back of her head was about to hit the slide, Lin Jinrui's body reacted before his brain could, and he pulled her back.
Hualing's delicate body trembled involuntarily, and she toppled forward, ending up back in his embrace.
By chance, her lips touched his heart, leaving a clear lip print.
Huarui: "....."
Lin Qingluo: "...."
Is it possible for them to hide and pretend they didn't see the incident?
*
"Hahaha, Drunken Frost Residence is so bustling early in the morning, it seems we came back just in time."