Xuan Ying sealed her lips with his and kissed her hungrily. In that moment, the entire world was silent. All feelings of inferiority, hesitation and violence were far away. Her kiss was so gentle.
He knew that he shouldn't get addicted.
She was already like that. He shouldn't bully her anymore.
Why did she kiss him?
Perhaps out of pity?
She was confused right now.
Once she was clear-headed, the only feelings she had left for him would be condescension and hatred.
But he was reluctant to let go of this stolen time.
He knew that he was despicable.
After the kiss, he was reluctant to let go of her. His voice was rough as he said, "You'll catch a cold, so get back into the bath, alright?"
Feng Lingxue's gaze was gentle as she stared at him dully.
Picking her up in his arms, Xuan Ying put her back into the large European bathtub.
