Rong Xingyu set the cushion he had been holding aside and got up toward the entrance.
Hearing Ethan's words, Rong Xingyu curved his eyes and smiled. "Yes."
If one liked someone enough, how could they fail to recognize even the sound of his footsteps?
Rong Xingyu jogged over to the entryway, listening as the door lock made a soft click.
"You're back."
As soon as Rong Xingyu finished speaking, he felt his body being pulled forward and then he fell completely into Ding Yixin's arms.
Ding Yixin's hand slid down to Rong Xingyu's lower back, holding him tightly.
"Eh?" Rong Xingyu blinked and asked softly by Ding Yixin's ear, "What's wrong?"
Why was he suddenly hugging him like this?
But Ding Yixin did not speak. What answered Rong Xingyu was a kiss so gentle that it felt almost lingering.
"Mmm…"
Rong Xingyu's legs went a little weak. He leaned entirely into Ding Yixin's embrace, relying on Ding Yixin to support him just to barely stay standing.
