Gu Nianzhi quickly opened her eyes. She stared at Huo Shaoheng.
Her large, misty eyes shimmered with unshed tears. There was a hint of uncertainty and embarrassment in them. She was a green fruit that was now on the verge of ripening, so to say.
Huo Shaoheng felt a thrill run through his body. He could not help himself—he cupped her cheeks and kissed her.
The last time he had kissed her, he had been like a wild, unstoppable hurricane. This time, however, he was exceedingly gentle; he gingerly pressed his lips to the extraordinary softness of her mouth.
He carefully pressed his lips against hers a few times, before parting his lips to suck on hers.
Gu Nianzhi's lips were a little swollen. Her heart fluttered. She extended her arms and wrapped them around Huo Shaoheng's waist, nestling herself in his arms as she leaned into his tender kisses.
Her lips were still lightly pressed together, however. She was nervous.
