"…"
Even if he did not make any movements to stand up and leave, Ji Nuan still unconsciously held onto his sleeve and pressed onto his elbow, preventing him from leaving.
Mo Jingshen held onto her waist; his handsome face leaned close. His lips were almost pressed against her cheek, his breath hot. "Could it be that the person who sent me the text earlier wasn't you?"
Ji Nuan did not speak. She was held in his arms, and her entire body melted. She did not want to speak, nor did she want to disturb such a comforting peace.
Just like this, their embrace caused one's heart to feel at ease. It felt like returning home.
She did not speak. The man's hoarse voice approached her ear. It was low yet passionate, "If you still don't speak, I'll kiss you, en?"
Ji Nuan was just about to open her mouth when, right as she turned her head around, she was abruptly kissed by the man who had leaned his head down.
