Qin Xin's heartbeat, "thump thump," never stopping.
The man pulled her into his embrace and casually turned off the lights.
In the pitch-black room, he and she were just inches apart.
His cheek almost pressed tightly against hers.
A strong hand covered her lips, sealing her mouth.
Outside the door, there were still Mrs. Nalan and a group of enthusiastic fans, all puzzled: "Eh? There were quite a few people backstage just now? Why is the VIP lounge locked and the lights off? Where's our Mr. Yun, where did he go?"
Mrs. Nalan was even more frustrated: "My brat said he'd come pick me up, but I have no idea where he went. Didn't see a shadow of him. Raising a son really is unreliable..."
But then she brightened up: "Mr. Yun looks just like my daughter-in-law! I'm gonna introduce him to my daughter-in-law!"
After a while.
The voices outside the door gradually died down.
The backstage lights were shut off by the cleaner.
