The guest room was left with only two people, and it suddenly grew quiet.
Qin Shiqing sat at the edge of the bed, her head lowered as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes, lost in her thoughts.
Tonight wasn't very cold; the room was warmed by the air conditioning. She had already taken off her coat, and the orange-red rainbow-striped sweater hugged her graceful curves tightly. Beneath the lamp, the girl's cheeks were flushed, both shy and charming.
Su Zelin felt a bit parched.
When Lu Haoran and Xiaoyanzi were here, he didn't have any thoughts, but now, with just a man and woman alone in the room, the atmosphere was subtle and it was a whole different story.
Having not seen each other for so long, he had to admit that he truly missed Qin Shiqing.
He thought back to the last Christmas Eve, and his body started to heat up slightly.
This won't do, I should go book another room.
Even if Xiaoyanzi mocks me tomorrow, I can endure it.
