Before she could finish speaking, Su Junhao had already captured her lips, his hand slipping under her hem, pinning her against the door to forcefully kiss her.
There were no unnecessary words; everything just happened so naturally.
Having quarreled with her yesterday, he was nearly dying of discomfort. Now that she no longer misunderstood him, his heart was filled with waves of happiness.
Jian Yanyan, probably still not fully recovered from a cold, felt extremely tired after such an intense moment and quickly fell asleep.
Su Junhao propped his head with his hand, lying on his side next to her, tracing her features with his fingers and silently watching her, sighing helplessly, "How can I like you so much?"
He couldn't understand it himself, as if it was destined by heaven.
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