Then, An Ling lowered his head and naturally pecked at her peach-colored lips.
To the unsuspecting onlookers, this action undoubtedly was a massive public display of affection.
Yet to those in the know, it was a drama that tortured the heart.
Tang Yuxin was nearly unable to control himself from standing up to punch someone, but Wen Meimei timely grasped his wrist, whispering a warning, "Stinky Tangguo, don't be impulsive."
Tang Yuxin took a deep breath to calm himself down and forced his gaze away.
He hated... hated his own helplessness, forced to watch the woman he loved being kissed by another man, and there was nothing he could do about it.
After An Ling finished the kiss, he breathed warmly into the girl's ear, "Ruochu, your eyes shouldn't look at any other man but me, hmm?"
"Got it, Brother An," Ming Ruochu replied like a tame lamb, nodding obediently.
