Her face turned slightly red.
She gently pinched Song Tian Mo's waist, then pouted and complained again.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?"
Song Tian Mo's dark gaze rested on her face.
Her sweet face had a hint of pink over its whiteness, and her lips were such a tender pink, vibrant and dazzling, they were as tempting and charming as ripe cherries in March.
Song Tian Mo's throat moved involuntarily.
He leaned over, once again close to Ling Fei's ear, and whispered in a deeply seductive tone: "You know... we haven't been together for so long. Hearing your voice, I just..."
The rest of his words became even quieter.
Nevertheless, Ling Fei heard him, and her face turned a complete shade of red, as bright as a cooked shrimp. Upon close inspection, one could even see her neck turning a bright red.
Her body stiffened. Then, somewhat shy and somewhat angry, she bit her lip lightly and kissed Song Tian Mo.
"Shameless!"