She turned her small face to Leng Moyan, who was half a head taller than her. His face was expressionless, but from a certain direction, he cast a glance at her.
Phew--
All the women couldn't help but gasp, and many of them even blushed for no reason. In the crowd, a tall and flirtatious woman was waving her long curly hair as she sneered at her proudly. If she guessed correctly, Leng Moyan was looking at her just now.
The state officials were allowed to set fires, but the common people were not allowed to light lamps. Ya Ling reached out and brushed away the large palm on her waist, but she had no choice but to move forward under Leng Moyan's forceful push.
At the end stood her mother, who was smiling from ear to ear, and her father, who was bowing slightly. Opposite them, a woman with a serious expression stood in the most elegant and noble posture, and beside her stood a group of men and women who were polite and flattering her.
If she wasn't wrong, she should be Leng Moyan's mother. She looked so young and beautiful, but she was so strict!
Yaling realized that the lady was also looking at her, but the light in her eyes was not friendly. It was cold and sharp, as if it wanted to cut her in half.
She retracted her gaze. According to the rules, the reporters were standing at the door. Now that they had walked some distance, they left the spotlights behind them. They were still flashing, making them look like gods filled with spiritual energy.
A restless leg stretched out and boldly landed in front of Ya Ling. With the huge dress skirt blocking her view, Ya Ling naturally couldn't see what was going on under her feet. Without warning, she bumped into this leg that was up to no good...
Her body fell forward due to inertia. Seeing that she was about to make a fool of herself, Ya Ling was so scared that she closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come. After a long time, her body did not touch the ground. A large hand grabbed her and successfully locked her into a chest.
Her chest was heaving up and down, but it was emitting a cold aura. She didn't need to look to know that it belonged to Leng Moyan.
There was a burst of applause mixed with shouts and whistles. When Ya Ling opened her eyes, she saw Leng Moyan's face close to hers. His face was so close that she could touch the tip of his nose if she moved up slightly.
Leng Moyan's skin was as fair as jade, without a single flaw.
Leng Moyan's deep eyes sank slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he stared at Yaling, who was in his arms. Her tender lips were silently inviting him, and there was even some kind of primitive disturbance in his body.
Understanding Leng Moyan's intentions, Ya Ling pushed his chest away, wanting to get further away. In the next moment, he felt his waist tighten, and his soft and warm lips landed on hers…
Ya Ling was caught off guard by this sudden change. She stared at Leng Moyan's face with her eyes wide open. A strange emotion flashed in his eyes. She couldn't understand it, but she seemed to understand it. While she was probing, Leng Moyan had already let go of her and ended the kiss.
There was still a faint warmth on her lips. She did not expect that the cold lips of Leng Moyan were actually warm. Ya Ling's face was red. Other than the applause, there were all kinds of gazes around her. Of course, the most obvious was the poisonous light that the young women shot at her, as if they wanted to kill her with their gazes.
Leng Moyan returned to his original expression, and his cool face lost its warmth once again. He coldly stretched out his arm and gestured for Ya Ling to take it.#
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