Despite the warmth filling the room, Yue Jiandong, standing by the window, was radiating a chill through his whole body.
His face, drawn tight to his chest, held not a trace of a smile.
By contrast, Zhang Ying wore a smile, "Come on, stop staring, you're not embarrassed?"
Yue Jiandong's teeth and fists were clenching audibly, as he could only mutter under his breath, "This rotten kid, adding trouble during the New Year."
He looked as if he was ready to rush out and start a fight with Jiang Jingze at any moment.
Fortunately, Jiang Jingze made no further move, only gazing at Yue Qingqing, whose face was flushed as if on fire, his eyes growing tenderer.
"Your face is so hot."
His fingertips still rested on Yue Qingqing's cheek, sensing the astonishing warmth.
Yue Qingqing felt her heart pounding furiously in her chest as if to hammer out a melody, and she hastily stepped back two paces.
"How can you…"
Despite the silent understanding that had seemed to form between them,
