The kiss continued for several minutes.
Both, Xie Feng and Shen Xinya, seemed to have been possessed by the demon of lust as they became wilder and wilder.
It came to a point that even the normally quiet, calm, and demure Shen Xinya seemed to have gone mad. Her hands began to clutch at his shirt with the intention of yanking it open.
Fortunately, although Xie Feng was incredibly excited to feel the softness of the lovely body in his arms, he still had a shred of rationality left. Before things could get out of hand, he quickly stopped her.
"...What? Why!?"
Having suddenly lost the taste of his lips and the warmth of his hands, Shen Xinya felt that something important to her had been taken away. Her expression when she looked at him was filled with reproach, confusion, shyness, and a great deal of anger.
Obviously if he did not give her an explanation that would satisfy her he would have to suffer her wrath.
