Twenty-one..
The more Lin Jiage looked at the number, the more satisfied he became.
The stroke of deep love was twenty-one, the stroke of happiness was twenty-one, and Shi Yao's stroke was also twenty-one..
Twenty-one meant that Shi Yao was happiness, and Shi Yao was deep love.
With this thought in mind, Lin Jiage couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sleeping Shi Yao. "Hey, twenty-one..."
No one paid him any heed.
However, he didn't seem to mind the boredom at all. He continued, "Hey, hey, 21..."
"21,21,21..."
He shouted a few times before staring fixedly at Shi Yao's lips.
His breathing gradually began to quicken.
His heartbeat suddenly sped up, slowed down, and stopped.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice, and like a puppet under his control, he slowly inched closer to Shi Yao. Following which, he locked his gaze on her lips, bit by bit, he inched closer to her lips.
