In the eisen administrative office building on the west side of the presidential palace, a high-level international anti-terrorist conference hosted by the Secretary of State was about to be held. Government officials and experts from more than 50 countries were sitting in the solemn conference hall ~ and the attendance had not yet arrived.
Tong Lu sat behind ye Mei. She recalled how she had tiptoed to give Leng Yejin a kiss the other day.
It was just a close kiss. Why did her face feel so hot every time she thought about it?
However, that was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss him. That damned milestone ...
He was crazy. How could she do that?
Tong Lu suddenly heard a soft noise. She snapped out of her daze and realized that the teacup in front of ye Mei had been knocked over. He quickly went over to help her clean it up. He accidentally caught a glimpse of her face. It was a little panicked and pale.
"Ye Mei, what's wrong?"