Gong Ting's gaze deepened. He pressed his thin lips and said with a smile, "I don't accept verbal thank-yous. Thank me with actions when we get back tonight."
Xiao Yu blushed and glared at him, not understanding his obsession with intimacy. He used to be simple and rough, making her afraid of such matters. Now, he's so prolonged and tender that it frightens her.
Because she's no longer a passive receiver—she's being pulled into enjoying those wonderful moments with him, and sometimes, she'd even get addicted.
Gong Ting smiled and leaned down to kiss her, "Go touch up your makeup; the banquet is about to start."
Only then did Xiao Yu turn to get her bag, reapply her lipstick, and follow him down the elevator.
She linked arms with Gong Ting and walked into the banquet hall. Everyone turned to look at them, their gaze filled with curiosity and speculation, given the previous rumors that painted their relationship in an unseemly light.
