Their eyes locked onto each other's.
Ye Qianming's figure, suddenly stiffened.
His body still maintained a slight lean forward, poised to plant a kiss.
That pair of thin, sexy lips was only millimeters away from Luo Qingtong's delicate, pink ones.
A mere nudge from Luo Qingtong or Ye Qianming would bring their lips together.
Caught in the act of stealing a kiss, Ye Qianming's complexion was indescribably rigid.
Just then, with a swift motion, Luo Qingtong, who had opened her eyes and was staring at him, blinked and looked at him for a moment.
Then, lifting her hand, she wrapped it around his neck and kissed him smack on the lips.
"Ye Qianming?"
Her eyes foggy with sleep, she gazed at the man before her, "Be good, I'm really sleepy, stop messing around."
Luo Qingtong was extremely drowsy at that moment, still in a state between sleep and wakefulness.
