Gu Xichao composed himself and continued to push her with his hand. This time, Jiang Yuan subconsciously muttered something unhappily, and the hands that were grabbing onto Gu Xichao didn't let go at all.
Gu Xichao felt somewhat helpless.
Seriously.
He had never had encountered this kind of situation.
The man continued to raise his hand as he grabbed hold of Jiang Yuan's shoulders, and prepared to push her away without much emotion shown on his fair, handsome face.
Suddenly, the woman's soft lips pressed against Gu Xichao's cheek.
And stayed there for two seconds.
***
Gu Xichao blinked as he was caught off guard, his blue eyes that were as elegant as glass seemed to become somewhat blurred.
It was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and he had forgotten to move away.
Five seconds had passed.
Gu Xichao had only then pushed the woman away from his embrace as if he had just awoken from a dream.
