Coming back to her senses, Chu Jiu turned her head slightly, only to meet the man's dark, cavernous eyes.
They seemed to contain a vortex, and staring at them for too long made her giddy.
Chu Jiu felt a little dizzy right now – so dizzy that she forgot to push the man away when he pressed his lips to hers.
At first, Lu Tingchen tentatively touched her lips.
Both their figures were reflected in the crystal clear water. A gentle breeze skimmed over the surface, blurring the reflection.
Some time later, Chu Jiu sat on a rock by the lake, hugging her knees. A tinge of pink still lingered on her cheeks.
As she recalled what had happened just now, her face grew hot again, and she buried her head between her knees in mortification.
Just then, Lu Tingchen walked up to her with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
At the sight of the woman curled into a ball, a faint blush appeared on his handsome face as well.
