Ten minutes later, Yan Shixiu pressed the doorbell of room 1117. As soon as the door opened, he pinned the temperamental young lady against the wall while shutting the door, pressing close to her nose, and he huskily said, "Is the young lady really that hard to appease?"
"Why come over at this time?" Shi Lan asked, clearly annoyed.
Yan Shixiu caught Shi Lan's hand and placed it on his abdomen, saying, "To apologize."
Shi Lan's heartbeat accelerated, reaching her throat because she could feel Yan's burning body temperature through his thin shirt.
Time seemed to freeze, and Yan Shixiu didn't dare to kiss her for fear of ruining the young lady's makeup. Instead, he hugged her tightly and then suppressed the flames in his heart: "I wanted to see you, I missed you."
Shi Lan, with force, turned the tables on Yan, pinning him instead and then pressed on his lips with her finger, saying, "If you're going to sneak around like this, then you better look the part."
