The living room fell into a brief silence.
"... Get up."
After a long time.
Chen Lusi finally came to his senses, exhaled slowly, and looked at Lin Ying, who was still leaning her forehead against him, gently patting her back: "I understand."
But Lin Ying did not raise her head and instead whispered: "I won't be angry."
Chen Lusi: "..."
The faintly sweet scent seemed to linger on their faces, their warm breaths intertwined.
Chen Lusi noticed something, and his breathing quickened slightly.
Lin Ying's straight, fair legs were curled up, kneeling on the sofa, her arms tightened slightly around Chen Lusi's neck, and she gently closed her eyes, saying no more.
"..."
Chen Lusi tightened his embrace around Lin Ying's slender waist once more.
Lin Ying didn't struggle and even leaned in closer.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down.
But then.
Bam—
The door facing the living room was suddenly pushed open.
