Si Yiyan's gaze suddenly deepened with some kind of deep undercurrents. He looked at her burning cheeks, like cherry blossoms blooming in March, and said with a deep, hoarse voice, "Then… shall we try again?"
Wen Xinya tilted her head away in a panic and said, "Nope, I don't have the slightest energy left."
Although she felt that Si Yiyan's kissing technique was very fail, she had to admit that the kiss was absolutely soul-sucking, with a charm like thunder shaking the ground. To do it again, she definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the heat.
"My kiss is very fail?" He smirked meaningfully, his voice slightly panting, hoarse with a tinge of depth as if he had other thoughts in mind. No man would willingly allow the girl he liked to criticize his kissing techniques, and he was no exception, even though Wen Xinya had spoken the truth.
Wen Xinya said hurriedly, "No, no! Nobody's born with great kissing techniques—they all get better with practice."
