Lin Jingzhi hooked her arms around Ye Qiu's neck, leaving less than ten centimeters between them. Their bodies were pressed together, and Ye Qiu could clearly feel the steepness of those two valleys.

He had never experienced anything like this before, his heart pounding fiercely. Blushing, he stammered, "Sister Lin, I..."

"Stay tonight, okay?" Lin Jingzhi interrupted him.

Ye Qiu looked at her, feeling as if the deep affection in her eyes was like thick, unmelting honey, making him lose himself.