Realizing the suggestive position they were in, Lan Yue's face turned red from her neck to her ears.
She hurriedly tried to pull her leg back, but Xiao Chen held it firmly in place.
"Xiao Chen, let go of me, I'm not..."
Before Lan Yue could finish speaking, Xiao Chen sealed her lips once again.
The joy of reunion, the longing after such a long separation, Xiao Chen expressed all the intense emotions in his chest through his actions.
Lan Yue felt as though she was floating on clouds, yet also adrift on a tumultuous sea, clinging tightly to him.
Even when she was utterly exhausted, Xiao Chen had no intention of stopping.
He held her and headed toward the sofa.
Suppressing his intense emotions, he raised his voice and asked, "Tell me, are you Lan Yue?"
Lan Yue, dazed and confused, nodded and then shook her head.
Dissatisfied, Xiao Chen raised his hand to tease her again.
"No."
