Jun Mochan released her, his hand cupping her face, his lips just five centimeters away, nearly touching hers, "If you won't talk, I won't force you."
His eyes, black as ink, rippled like a lake, the petite Song Yue nearly drowning in them.
Song Yue pressed her lips to his, on the verge of a kiss, when Jun Mochan let her go, "I'll take you back home. You don't need me to teach you how to explain to your family, do you?"
"You saved me, what else is there to explain?" Song Yue raised an eyebrow.
"Let's go." Jun Mochan moved forward first.
Song Yue boldly grasped his hand.
Jun Mochan instinctively shook her off.
"Don't forget to treat me well," Song Yue said, a look of grievance in her eyes.
Jun Mochan extended his arm to her, and Song Yue immediately latched on, beaming.
Number Three watched from the side, his brow twitching.
The next day, Elder Jun received the news; he tossed the photos in front of Jun Mochan, "Give me an explanation."
