Xia Ling looked out the car window — the path she had come from had disappeared into the jungle, and she could no longer tell which tree it was that she had crouched under. She counted her blessings, thinking that Pei Ziheng could not have seen her clearly. On second thought, she realized that he had always been one who managed to maintain his usual demeanor, even if he had everything figured out.
She looked at him with some apprehension.
Pei Ziheng reached out and caressed her face. He stroked her eyelids, her nose, her lips, all the way down the back of her neck and then pulled her towards him.
Xia Ling dared not move.
He was so close that she could feel his breathing.
She felt a coldness on her lips and realized that he had pressed his lips onto hers.
Xia Ling got a shock and instinctively began struggling. He exerted more force and pinned her to the seat while keeping his lips on hers so she would not make a sound.
