Leng Youchen pushed her into the walk-in closet, took out a dress and stuffed it into her hands, then left very gentlemanly.
Wei Anning looked down at the light pink dress in her hands and couldn't help but chuckle. After changing clothes, she casually tied up her hair, forming a bun at the back of her head, then put on a pair of tassel earrings.
Since it was a date, she tidied herself up a bit, applied rose-colored lipstick, and her whole demeanor improved significantly as she walked out of the closet.
Leng Youchen was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. Seeing her come out of the closet, he raised his gaze, and his eyes suddenly brightened as he reached out his hand to her, "Come here."
Wei Anning walked slowly to his side, her wrist gripped by him; with a slight pull, she fell sitting on his lap, her heart pounding wildly, "What's wrong?"
The man's large hand gripped the back of her head, pressing her towards him, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
