Wen Shulin said coquettishly, "Look at you, with that improper look."
Chen Cheng wrapped his arms around Wen Shulin's shoulders, "It's rare to have a world of just the two of us!"
Wen Shulin leaned against Chen Cheng, her mouth corners lifted, "You, you're always so good at sweet-talking."
"I'm not sweet-talking you." Chen Cheng's hand teased the strap behind Wen Shulin's neck.
Wen Shulin checked the time, her chest heaving rapidly, "One hour, is that enough?"
Chen Cheng gently stroked Wen Shulin's cheek, "Baby, sometimes, happiness isn't about how long it lasts, but how high the quality is."
"Call me that again."
"Baby."
Wen Shulin was dizzy with his sweet words; she quickly got up and locked the door of the private room.
Turning around again, her eyes were filled with anticipation and longing.
Her trip to Shanghai had wound her up tightly.
And since parting in Shanghai, Wen Shulin's mind was filled with Chen Cheng's image.
