Han Qingshan's eyes widened in shock as he realized that he had just kissed a man.
What made him even more petrified was that he had not disliked it. He had, in fact, reveled in the feeling of the kiss; it had been brief, but now he wanted to experience it again.
It had been as if someone had released an electric current in his body, and all his nerves had been electrocuted. The feeling of those soft lips on his was so enjoyable that he did not want to withdraw.
Even now, when his mind was sober, did he want to return to experience the feeling again.
But he understood that this was not normal. One does not simply kiss their friends; even if they are good friends, you do not kiss them.
The more Han Qingshan looked at Jiang Yingyue's parted lips, the hotter he felt. His body was not listening to him, and he was starting to have a reaction in the lower regions of his body.
