The doorbell kept ringing incessantly, causing Jian Liangtong to furrow her brows anxiously, and she gently wriggled in his arms.
But soone just held her tighter.
Jian Liangtong’s tender ears ward up, her little hands pushed against his abs as she whispered, "It might be Guan Yu."
"Doesn’t matter." Huo Shaojun wrapped one arm around her waist, while his other hand caught Jian Liangtong’s hand on his abdon, gently clasping and caressing it.
Jian Liangtong’s whole face turned red, her eyelashes drooping low, and after a mont, she lightly bit her lips and said, "What if it’s sothing urgent?"
The doorbell kept on ringing.
If it were Guan Yu, it must be sothing important.
Guan Yu has the key card to the apartnt; he wouldn’t be ringing the doorbell.
Moreover, if he knew the two were inside, no matter how big the issue was, he probably wouldn’t trouble himself to interrupt.
Therefore, Huo Shaojun was certain that the person outside was not Guan Yu.
Narrowing his cold eyes slightly, Huo Shaojun suddenly bent down and scooped Jian Liangtong up in his arms.
Jian Liangtong was startled, her puffy eyes from crying widened as she looked at Huo Shaojun.
Huo Shaojun pressed his lips together and said nothing, carrying Jian Liangtong towards the bedroom.
Jian Liangtong’s breath tightened, her hands slightly clenching, holding her breath as she stared at Huo Shaojun.
Huo Shaojun carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the soft Simmons bed.
With his hands resting on either side of her head, his breath sprayed onto her eyelashes, hot and dense.
Jian Liangtong swallowed nervously, her cheeks flushed, her bright almond eyes twinkling incessantly.
Suddenly.
That warmth, soft and moist, slid from her forehead to her nose, then from her nose to her lightly trembling upper lip.
Jian Liangtong’s eyes glistened, looking at him in a daze.
Huo Shaojun’s gaze suddenly deepened.
If not for the incessant ringing of the doorbell outside the suite, he truly didn’t want to leave her just like that.
Annoyed, frowning with his long brows, Huo Shaojun pecked her lips, patted her head with his large hand, and said in a hoarse yet soft voice, "Wait for here obediently."
As he finished speaking, he moved away from her and walked out of the bedroom.
Jian Liangtong’s eyes followed his figure until he completely disappeared from her view.
Her hand gently covered her left chest.
There, as if suddenly revived, was throbbing vigorously, a liveliness unseen in the past four years.
At this mont, Jian Liangtong suddenly held a sliver of hope.
Perhaps they really could start over again, right?
When Huo Shaojun opened the door, his face was dark, and his cold eyes carried displeasure as he looked at the woman standing outside, clad in a white sports skirt.
The woman had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, full of vitality.
Not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Petite in stature, with fair skin.
The aura she emanated was not gentle and charming like that of a delicate woman, but rather had a boyish vibe.
As soon as Huo Shaojun opened the door, she brazenly said, "You’re here! I’ve been ringing the doorbell for so long, didn’t you hear it? Why are you opening it only now?"
Beyond his face turning darker, Huo Shaojun’s expression didn’t change much, his voice carried an indifferent emotion, "What is it?"
The woman was montarily stunned and stared at him, saying, "Hmm. Did you forget we agreed to play golf together?"
Huo Shaojun’s eyes flickered slightly, as if just noticing the woman’s sports attire and skirt.
His dark lashes dropped slightly, and he said, "Another day."
"No way." The woman, upon hearing this, reacted strongly, "We agreed to go today, so we have to, we can’t postpone!"
"Then Miss Chen will have to go on her own," Huo Shaojun said with a slightly cold gaze.
Miss Chen?
Chen Yu’er paused, raising her little face to look at Huo Shaojun, finally noticing that his expression didn’t look good, blinking her eyes, she cautiously asked, "Brother Shao Yun, are you in a bad mood today?"
Huo Shaojun lightly frowned, staring at Chen Yu’er.
Chen Yu’er was Chen Zhenglin’s only daughter, seventeen years old, and also the vice president of his fan club, considered one of his committed fans.
Her personality was bold, her behavior reckless, straightforward to the point of being clueless, innocent.
From this perspective, she sowhat resembled a certain little woman.
Huo Shaojun’s furrowed brows relaxed a bit, and his gaze towards Chen Yu’er wasn’t as cold, "I have so matters today, I’ll accompany you so other day."
"...Oh." Chen Yu’er pouted, lowering her head, looking a bit dejected.
Huo Shaojun paused for two seconds, about to close the door.
Just as he was about to close it, Chen Yu’er suddenly squeezed through the crack in the door.
Huo Shaojun’s face darkened, "..."
"Brother Shao Yun, you’re in a bad mood, so I’ll stay and keep you company. Anyway, I don’t have anything to do today."
Chen Yu’er spoke carefreely as she walked inside, completely ignoring whether Huo Shaojun agreed or not.
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