Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing exchanged a glance.
Finally, Mo Shangjun suddenly laughed, casting a challenging look at him and raising her eyebrows, "Just flirting, no action, is that okay?"
Ya Tianxing slightly squinted his eyes, the color deepening, as he slowly moved closer to Mo Shangjun.
"You said it."
He pinched Mo Shangjun's chin, lifted her face, and lowered his head to seal her lips.
A fiery and passionate kiss, warm breaths intertwined, in an instant, the notebook, pen, and phone fell to the side. Mo Shangjun chuckled softly, hooking his neck, her bright eyes staring into his burning gaze.
"Mm."
A word, barely audible.
A word that makes one's blood surge.
Ya Tianxing leaned over and pressed her down.
The room temperature continued to rise.
Light off.
The vision was suddenly pulled into darkness.
