Xia Yanran stared at the man who suddenly kissed her. His eyes were as dark as the blackest ink.
During the past few days when he was trying to quit the addiction, she had confiscated his cigarettes. She would bring clean water for him to wash up everyday. Without the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on him, he smelled sunny and youthful instead.
Xia Yanran hugged his neck with both hands, as her hand brushed through his short hair. She had cut his hair short, and it felt hard and spiky.
He used to like to spray a man's high-class cologne in the past, but she did not like it. Now that he smelled clean and fresh like soap, which was the most normal smell, it felt extremely sexy to her.
Their tongues intertwined with each other, the kiss building up in undisguised heat.
He only released her when she was almost out of breath.
