Yishi.
"An Yu, where else can you hide?" Chu Hong was wearing a shirt and black trousers, with his sleeves rolled up. He held a rose in his hand, and his charming peach blossom eyes were utterly captivating.
He grinned, holding the rose to his nose and sniffing lightly, "An Yu, I know you're worried about our age difference, but it is said, 'A woman three years older, a golden brick to hold.'"
Chu Hong's enticing gaze landed on Qin Anyu; he leaned against the door, effectively preventing her from leaving.
"You, how did you find me here?" Qin Anyu was both angry and embarrassed. That kiss from the other day had kept her awake for several nights. These days, she finally got busy, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, almost forgetting about Chu Hong.
Who knew that Chu Hong would pop up at this time?
