"Did you miss me?"
"… Yes, yes, yes.. This is already the fifth time you asked me on the road. Aren't you tired, CEO Jun?" Xia Wanyuan helplessly pushed Jun Shiling, who was leaning on her shoulder, away, but Jun Shiling quickly leaned over again.
"I miss you. I've been thinking about you all day." Jun Shiling himself felt that he was terrifyingly clingy. In the first 25 years, he had never thought about this word in his dictionary.
However, ever since he met Xia Wanyuan, Jun Shiling wished he could keep her in his pocket twenty-four hours a day, holding her in his hands. When he couldn't see her for a while, his heart felt like it was being tickled by bamboo sticks. He had to see Xia Wanyuan.
"I know." Xia Wanyuan patted Jun Shiling's hand helplessly. Jun Shiling held her hand and leaned closer, touching her cheek with his lips.
