As he tilted the glass, he remembered the kiss at the dining table when Xia Qingyi had first drank alcohol.
She had her eyes closed while smiling happily, as she tugged on his tie. He had not even had the chance to be aware of what was going to happen when she had kissed his lips.
Mo Han had never told Xia Qingyi that her lips were very soft, moist with something lingering.
When he was dating Shen Rou, they had kissed and had even more intimate interactions. Men were beings that were driven by desire. The weird thing, however, was that he had rarely felt this primal impulse with his few ex-girlfriends. He had always thought that this was caused by his rational and indifferent personality.
But, Xia Qingyi was clearly different.
