The chair was pushed backward by her.
Gu Shiting was also startled and held her tighter. As a result, with the chair sliding, they both leaned against the wall.
When she came back to her senses, Sheng Tang was sitting on Gu Shiting's lap. No matter how she looked at it, this posture seemed ambiguous.
Gu Shiting thought of that dream again.
He looked at Sheng Tang's lips and still had that strong desire in his heart.
He wanted to kiss her, to taste her.
However, the timing wasn't right.
Song Chen had shown him all the information about love and marriage. He knew clearly what was happening to him and understood that this impulse was not about violating Sheng Tang, but something natural and heartfelt.
Discretion was important.
Gu Shiting's lips gently fell on Sheng Tang's brow before he released her.
Sheng Tang: "..."
She had lived for so many years, her heart had long been tempered like iron and stone, firm and unyielding.
