Li Chengyun replied indifferently, "Let's talk about it later. I don't really feel like going out these days."
The words "don't really feel like going out" made Yu Jingrong's heart sink heavily. She felt that Li Chengyun was just pretending not to care on the surface, but he still couldn't accept it inside. He just didn't want her to worry, so he didn't show it.
"Li Chengyun!" Yu Jingrong threw herself onto Li Chengyun's legs, and for a moment, she felt like crying again.
But this time, she held back. To ease her own emotions, she kissed Li Chengyun on the lips.
A fleeting smile crossed Li Chengyun's eyes. Then he reached out, embraced her waist, and seated her on his lap. Yu Jingrong was startled and, thinking of his injured leg, immediately tried to stand up. But Li Chengyun forcefully kept her sitting there.
He said, "Sit down, I'm fine!"
He said, "I haven't kissed you for a long time."
Waves rippled through Yu Jingrong's eyes, like water shimmering with emotions.
