He then slowly reached out and gently took her soft, delicate little hand.
However, the kiss had just begun; their lips had not even properly met.
Suddenly, a very loud cough came from the doorway.
Fei Jin and Song Qingya immediately turned their heads, only to see several pairs of wide, stunned eyes at the door, staring at them in utter shock.
Among the few people who had entered, Luo Fuman was holding a large pile of colorful fabrics in his left hand,
while his right hand carried several festive-looking gift boxes wrapped in red paper. He was so encumbered he couldn't even spare a hand to cover his five-year-old daughter Luo Weiwei's eyes.
His wife, Yang Yingzi, on the other hand, reacted quickly and decisively. The moment she saw the situation, she immediately pulled their young daughter behind her,
afraid the child might see something she shouldn't.
Yang Yingzi also looked quite awkward. She cleared her throat and spoke with a dry smile on her face:
