"But you're hurt, Leng Youchen. Do you want to call a doctor to check it out?" Wei Anning looked at him nervously. She had just been pursued by a special police unit and barely escaped with her life.
Leng Youchen held her by the waist and saw her brow slightly furrowed, looking very worried. He swallowed and, without avoiding the eyes of those around them, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Wei Anning thought he would pull away after a brief touch. Unexpectedly, it was a lingering kiss that lasted for some time. She was breathless and instinctively pushed him, but couldn't move him at all.
"Leng Youchen..." she had just opened her mouth when he deepened the kiss further. Her cheeks grew warmer inch by inch, so many people were watching.
Jiang Yang, standing on the steps, witnessed their kiss. His expression grew progressively gloomier, yet he maintained his composure, staring openly at them.
