Late at night, Wang Yaling shouted at the computer crash:
"What a passion scene! I've never even been in love, how can I write it!"
The door was pushed open, and Li Shen walked in with milk and looked at her condescendingly:
"Can't write it? I can teach you."
Without waiting for her to react, he leaned over the table and held her in his arms. His warm breath spread on her neck, and the atmosphere instantly heated up.
