A Waterfall Worth Of Affection

"Are you guys done with…"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he could not continue.

Chi Yang was holding onto Zhong Nuannuan's hand, while his other hand was gently cupping the back of her head. From where Leng Qirui was standing, he could see the shadows on each other's well-defined faces, looking like a beautiful paper-cut silhouette. 

Zhong Nuannuan's pulled back her head a little when she heard the sound of Leng Qirui opening the door, but Chi Yang had no intention of pulling his hand away from the back of her head. Not only that, when Leng Qirui was standing at the door, Chi Yang changed the angle of his position and covered Zhong Nuannuan's face with his head. He did not want another man witnessing the coquettish actions of his little wife, much less the man who was casting his greedy eyes on his little wife's beauty.