Knocking On The Door

In this posture and scene, it was difficult not to think too much.

Wei Ting almost subconsciously gasped. He wanted to say that nothing had really happened, but he looked at the two of them and swallowed his words.

He grabbed the candied hawthorn with one hand and half-held her with the other. He pressed his elbows against the wall.

The wall was cold and hard, and her body was warm, carrying the softness and fragrance of a young girl.

He was not used to interacting with women.

He should have pushed her away…

"I'm going to fall…"

His arm tightened and he brought her into his arms.

Su Xiaoxiao lay on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. Every beat vibrated her eardrums.

Oh, she was not the only one who was disappointing.

He looked so calm but his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Actually, her legs had long stopped being weak. But she did not want to be the only one to die of embarrassment.