"explain."
On the other end of the phone was Assistant Li's cautious voice:
"Mr. Xie, just a reminder, tomorrow is the last episode of the variety show's recording. I'll pick you and Ms. Yan up at nine in the morning..."
"knew."
Xie Huaiye hung up the phone immediately.
He tossed the phone back onto the coffee table, making a soft, but not loud, sound.
When I looked back...
He noticed that Yan Ning was smiling with her lips pursed, her eyes curving into crescents.
Still laughing?
Xie Huaiye raised an eyebrow and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on her side.
"I won't do it again, I won't do it again."
Yan Ning smiled and dodged.
But he held her even tighter in his arms.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together.
Temperature is transmitted through the thin fabric.
"continue?"
Xie Huaiye asked in a low voice, his gaze falling once again on her slightly parted lips.
His voice became a little hoarse.
He stopped speaking and supported the back of Yan Ning's head with one hand.
With his other hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
This time, Xie Huaiye's kiss landed.
First, he gently touched Yan Ning's lips.
It's very soft and a little cool.
Yan Ning closed her eyes and quietly grabbed his shirt.
Then, Xie Huaiye kissed her even deeper.
Their warm breaths mingled together.
Yan Ning felt a little dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning.
She could taste the faint, refreshing flavor in his mouth.
It tastes like you've just drunk mint water.
Xie Huaiye's fingers ran through her long hair, gently stroking it.
Yan Ning couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
Xie Huaiye seemed encouraged and kissed even more intently.
His lips brushed against hers, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, as if savoring the most precious candy.
After a long time, he slowly released her.
Their foreheads touched, both of them slightly out of breath.
Yan Ning's face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.
She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling embarrassed.
Xie Huaiye chuckled softly, his chest trembling.
He hugged her tightly, his chin rubbing against her hair.
"Now I'm fully charged." His voice was hoarse, but filled with satisfaction.
Yan Ning gently punched him in the chest.
"……Fool."
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