Just when his lips were about to touch hers—
Yu Zexiao's phone in the living room suddenly started beeping.
The sound of the ringtone was like pouring a ladle of cold water on hot iron during forging, it instantly snapped Jian Anning out of it.
Only then did she realize she had fallen into Yu Zexiao's embrace, his lips less than three centimeters away from her face. This wasn't like the night they were drunk, nor like last night when the two of them were helplessly huddled in the cleaning room. She was fully conscious and almost kissed him!
My God, how could she be so unable to resist temptation?
She was not some casual woman; she could ensure that she had not intended it, she hadn't thought about developing something with Yu Zexiao at all!
Just as she reached out her hand, trying to push him away, she suddenly realized, (this part has been censored--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------)!