"I-I'm not angry." Qiao Mianmian's face was red. As he inched closer, she felt difficulty breathing.
"Is that so?" Mo Yesi moved towards her again by two centimeters. His warm and gentle breath was against her lips. His fingers were placed on her chin, lightly caressing it. "Kiss me and I'll believe you."
"Wait, what?!"
Qiao Mianmian's eyes widened in shock.
Mo Yesi looked at her slightly opened mouth. He squinted as his eyes flickered in a different light.
Her lips felt amazing.
It had a sweet taste.
He tasted it many times that night.
Thinking of what happened that night, his eyes came even more alive.
Seeing the burning fire in his eyes, Qiao Mianmian got nervous and pushed him away.
She shifted to the side to keep a distance from him. Red as a tomato, she said, "Mo Yesi, can you be more serious?"
She was extremely flustered by his actions.
She even had the urge to run away.
