Lu Zhi Zhi's Tearful Pursuit of His Wife

Shen Ranxin saw the light, and some color finally returned to his face.

Lu Zhi's shirt had been tugged into wrinkles. Now that it had finally been released, it was left stained with sweat.

A little embarrassed, Shen Ranxin gave a light cough and awkwardly said, "This shirt absorbs sweat pretty well, huh? Three, two, one, chain up..."

His voice halted, and he did not continue.

Lu Zhi turned his head and gave Shen Ranxin a light kiss on the lips.

The comments instantly exploded.

[AAAAAAAAAAAA]

[Goddamn it, President Lu doesn't even avoid people when kissing Shen Ranxin now, does he?!]

[This is what my precious VIP membership is for!!!]

[Oh my god, President Lu really loves him so much!]

[You little brat, eating the good stuff again!]

Shen Ranxin froze for a moment. Only afterward did he realize they were in front of the cameras, and he instinctively raised a hand and slapped Lu Zhi across the face!

The moment he did, Shen Ranxin inwardly cursed.

Whenever Lu Zhi had kissed him before, his first reaction had always been to push him away and give him a slap.

It had become second nature by now.

Even though Lu Zhi's kiss just now had probably been meant to ease his embarrassment.

Used to it, Lu Zhi grabbed Shen Ranxin's wrist and lightly bit the inside of it. "Let's go in."

Shen Ranxin still decided to maintain his straight-man persona, though he might already have bent himself into a coil of mosquito repellent.

So he pulled his hand from Lu Zhi's grip and quickly headed into the villa.

Lowering his eyes, Lu Zhi glanced at his empty palm, clicked his tongue softly, and followed Shen Ranxin.

He leaned close to Shen Ranxin's ear and said quietly, "Teacher Shen, you sure cursed