Shen Yanci's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared in disbelief at the person in his arms.
Luo An, who stood in the doorway with his hand hastily wrapped around the handle: !!!
The livestream director behind Luo An: !!!
The viewers in the livestream: !!!
[Aaaaaaaaah!]
[I'm losing my mind! You're kissing instead of filming the show!]
[Are we allowed to see this?! Just how late did you two keep at it last night?!]
[So sweet, so sweet!!!]
[Save me! Get me on a ventilator, quick!]
It was only a fleeting kiss. Song Yunxing soon noticed the people and camera at the door. His brows drew together slightly. "Why are they here?"
Shen Yanci pressed his lips together, his thick lashes veiling the surge of emotion in his eyes. The veins on his arms stood out even more prominently.
Thinking Shen Yanci was angry, Luo An trembled. "Yanci! I-I-I didn't mean to! I only touched the handle! The door opened on its own!"
"The d-door wasn't shut properly! I was going to knock..." Luo An raised both hands, on the verge of tears.
"...Get out!" Shen Yanci let out a long breath, sweeping Luo An with a dark, unreadable gaze.
"I'm leaving right now! Right away!" Luo An turned to flee and nearly slammed headfirst into the camera.
The livestream director also backed away awkwardly with the equipment on his shoulder, carefully closing the door.
Their voices drifted faintly through the door.
"Behave yourself! You'll have plenty to deal with later!" the man said through gritted teeth.
"You hit me!" the young man cried, sounding terribly aggrieved. "I'm never kissing you again!"
"I barely used any force. Does it hurt that much...? I was wrong."
Even the livestream director, a man over forty, felt his ears flush at what he