YJTC, a large flat space.
Zhang Yan sat in front of the luxurious dressing table in the cloakroom, her fingertips unconsciously caressing her slightly swollen lips, her face tinged with a long-lasting blush of shyness.
Tang Song had already left to participate in the company's Double 12 live broadcast event.
In the spacious room, she was the only one.
In her mind, she couldn't help but repeatedly replay that long and deep kiss.
His gentleness, the warmth of his hands, his scent...
Every detail replayed in her mind like a high-definition slow-motion scene.
So... just a mere kiss could make someone feel so...
She bit her lip, clasped her hands tightly on her lap, and buried her head down.
"Ding-dong—"
The WhatsApp notification sound startled her out of her chaotic thoughts.
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Zhang Yan @Lin Feifei, I've already set off, the navigation shows twenty minutes to the flower shop."]
