Come Over

An ordinary bench gained a picturesque charm under Zhou Hengguang's favour, blending seamlessly with the scenery of the small park.

Upon seeing Hengguang's handsome face adorned with a gentle and captivating smile, her breath seemed to catch in her throat, halting her steps.

The little boy who had escorted her had vanished into thin air.

"Come here," Zhou Hengguang beckoned to Su Qing, his voice deep and tender, brimming with affection.

Su Qing hesitated momentarily before turning to leave.

With a dangerous narrowing of his eyes, Zhou Hengguang's tone turned icy, tinged with impatience. "Qingqing, if you don't come over after I count to three, I'll come get you myself."

He meant it.

Refusing to allow such an intimate moment to slip away, and tired of her constant avoidance, he felt his patience wearing thin. He had even resisted the urge to visit his Big Brother's house just to come to see her.