They'd never kissed that way before. His kisses were usually rough, almost savage. This time, his lips were gentle and attentive. It took her off guard.
'What is wrong with my stomach?'
The truth was, the way Mo Qingchen was kissing her gave her butterflies. She was not prepared for it.
She would never know if Mo Qingchen felt the same way. She wasn't even willing to admit it to herself, much less to him. She suspected that it might have the same way for him. At least, that is what she would have liked to think.
His walls were up so high that she dared not ask him if he felt soft and caring towards her.
Qian Meng lifted her arms until her palms were flat against his chest and then she pushed against him. Mo Qingchen pulled his lips away from her. Still, they were dangerously close. She didn't wait for him to step back away from her.
