Abruptly, Wang Qilang parted her lips with the speed of light in the middle of the fiery kiss and tilted his head away.
He gasped for a brief moment.
Then he pushed Chen Rong away, turned around and, without another word, flapped his long sleeves and strode away.
Chen Rong gave a cry only by the time he was off in the far distance. As quiet as she was, it was uncertain whether she wanted to stop him or to question him.
In a blink, Wang Hong’s elegantly white and spotless figure completely disappeared from her sight.
Some time passed when Old Shang went to her and pulled on her hand. “Miss, what’s wrong? What happened? Why are you standing here stock-still like this?”
Chen Rong looked up in a daze. She vacantly looked at Old Shang and muttered: “He… got angry.” Then she moved her hand to her lips and flushed even redder as she brushed across them.