She looked at his apple, "Mo Shiqian, you..."
"What about me?"
She reached out and pushed the apple he had bitten into towards him, "I don't want it anymore, it's all yours."
Mo Shiqian glanced at the apple, then at her, his gaze growing darker.
He didn't take the apple, nor did he bite it again, but his deep ink-like eyes stared at her as if holding a deep secret.
Chi Huan felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze.
She cleared her throat twice, intending to continue eating in silence, but before she could retract her hand, the man suddenly reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her down onto him.
She was startled by his abrupt action, and the apple in her hand rolled onto the floor. By the time she realized what had happened, she was already in his arms, on his lap, with his fingers locked on her face, deeply kissing her again.
This kiss was filled with the sweet scent of apples.
