Ding-a-ling-a-ling.
Just as he was about to touch those moist, soft red lips, the abrupt ringing of a cell phone startled them both awake.
Chen Weiwei's cheeks were already a rosy red, but they flushed even deeper as she took a step back, disentangling herself from Li Chen's embrace.
Fuck.
Li Chen cursed inwardly. Who the hell was calling at a time like this?
He pulled out his phone and, to his surprise, it was Chen Wanqiu.
"Li Chen, where have you gone? Dad and your second brother are asking about you."
"Oh, I'm downstairs. I'll be right up," he replied.
After hanging up, he looked towards Chen Weiwei.
Before he could speak, Chen Weiwei beat him to it, "Let's go! Don't keep Grandpa and Dad waiting, we should head up..."
She seemed a bit shy and, having said her piece, she walked ahead.
Li Chen chuckled lightly and hurried to catch up, once again taking hold of that delicate, fair hand in his own.