Emboldened by his words, Li Meirong kissed Zhu Qingyue.
She didn't have much time to think about what she had just done because she had kissed him without any reasoning, a blur of pure temptation and emotional outburst.
She kissed him because she wanted to, because his beautiful lips were taunting her timid heart.
She kissed him because the way he looked at her made her feel as if she was the most important person in the world.
Alas, her lips plastered themselves onto a solid, immovable wall. Even though it wasn't her first kiss, Li Meirong remained in place, unsure how to proceed or interpret the situation, since Zhu Qingyue kept his own mouth shut.
With her eyes still closed, a rush of deja vu flooded Li Meirong's heart when she couldn't detect any sort of response from Zhu Qingyue. She ended up being reminded of that night when he had disappeared all those months ago.
Back then, his reaction had been no different than it was now.
