Along the way, Shen Shengqi's heart was in his throat.
Nervous and yet peppered with strands of excitement.
He had never experienced this before.
Guaibao's soft, warm little hand took the initiative to hold his hand firmly, leading him forward, although he was tall and took large steps, easily able to run ahead of her, yet he still took small steps, deliberately or not, letting her pull him along.
When the suite door closed, Shen Shengqi finally couldn't hold back and took a deep breath.
He felt himself wrapped in a strange kind of happiness, almost about to faint.
Guaibao was also panting heavily, but quickly turned around, facing him and protesting: "Shen Shengqi, you can't do this!"
Her serious expression made Shen Shengqi slightly nervous: "I... What did I do?"
At this moment, Guaibao was very close to him, looking up with a flushed little face, a slight crease between her brows, as if very unhappy with him.
