Her soft question was like an atomic bomb blowing up beside Su Zhinian's ears. It caused his eyes to shake, and that completely brought him out of the illusion of the kiss.
There was still a trace of passion swirling at the bottom of his eyes, but his rationality was slowly pushing it back down. He did not answer her question immediately but used his hands to push her out of his embrace. His push was light, but there was an irrevocable force behind it.
Song Qingchun's heart started to fluster. She reached out to move her hands away from his face to land on his shoulders. She gripped him tightly, raised her eyes to hold his eye contact, and demanded, "Even at this stage, you're still going to push me away?"
Su Zhinian's lips stretched as he moved his head away to avert her gaze. Then he put his hand on hers, which were on his shoulders.
