Her voice was extremely gentle and patient, and her fair and slender wrists were as delicate as lotus buds and suet Jade.
As Lin Yiqian's breath was so close to him, Gu nianshen's throat tightened. He raised his hand and grabbed Lin Yiqian's wrist.
With a forceful tug, Lin Yiqian stumbled forward and bumped into Gu nianshen's chest. She raised her head in shock.
Under the street light, the man's eyes were like torches, staring at her covetously.
It was as if it wanted to devour her, and her heart started to race.
She felt the man slowly lowering his head and his face slowly approaching, and she knew what he was going to do.
But could he hurry up?
She was worried to death.
Lin Yiqian furrowed her brows unhappily as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. As their soft lips touched, the cool sensation felt like an electric current running through their bodies.
Their eyes met, and they looked into each other's pupils.
