Chapter 390, Running a Red Light?

"You mean, it's okay now?" His lips curved in a faint smile, eyes burning with increasing intensity.

Weilan lay there, silently gazing at him, her face flushed, silent.

The next second, his gaze met the depths of her eyes, and he slowly leaned down.

His sharply handsome face loomed close, only ten centimeters away, stopping as Weilan heard him say, "I always hope that you trust me."

Weilan was taken aback, her heart inexplicably panicked, thinking of something that made her heart race uncontrollably, and she couldn't help blurting out, "Brother Hechen, in August, after August, I will tell you everything."

He smiled, his attractive lips curving up, and then he suddenly leaned down and kissed Weilan, their lips touching.

He was very gentle, cherishingly caressing, as if treating a long-lost treasure with tenderness beyond words.

Weilan liked this feeling.

Weilan's eyes suddenly went wide, and she immediately struggled.