Mortified

That was so embarrassing. Su Qianci was mortified by her misunderstanding him. Looking up, she met his eyes, which were as cold as always. However, she did not see that his look was mounting. Clearly noticing her embarrassment, Li Sicheng slowly leaned toward her, his eyes fixed on her blushed face. Feeling his body getting close to hers, Su Qianci was stunned by his handsome face and forgot to react.

He slightly arched his eyebrows as he spoke with his deep voice, "You thought I was going to say making…"

Su Qianci suddenly stood up from the couch, putting her hand over his mouth. Before Li Sicheng finished his sentence, his mouth was covered. He had never been treated like this before. This woman had become more and more daring. Her black pupils full of embarrassment, seeming to scream: please don't say it. And her hand on his mouth was so soft, begging for his kiss.