Playing with fire?
Xiao Qimo suddenly had the feeling he had picked up the wrong script.
He became more acutely aware that when Lu Mian read romance novels, she definitely identified with the male protagonist.
The man also took a deep breath, "Then are you willing to join me in a battle through fire?"
Lu Mian was pondering the meaning of that sentence.
But Xiao Qimo didn't allow her further thought, imprinting a deep kiss on her lips without hesitation.
A lingering and profound kiss.
It wasn't until Lu Mian was kissed until she couldn't catch her breath that she was finally released. Her dark eyes were veiled with a layer of mist, brimming with the tenderness of spring water.
Xiao Qimo found her appearance very much like a little girl, so different from her usual unruly and aloof demeanor. He chuckled and pecked her lips again.
"Be good, just bear with it a little longer," he endured.
Even if he desired more, he wouldn't at such a time.
"Hmm?" Lu Mian tilted her head.
