Bo Yan was stunned for a moment.
He lowered his head again, and gently pecked at the corner of her lips. The movement was very tender, without the slightest hint of sex. It was as if two small animals snuggled together for warmth. After the light peck, his lips slightly moved away, he neither proceeded further nor retreated much, maintaining a two-centimeter distance, just enough for her to touch him if she leaned forward slightly.
The proximity was simply because he wanted to be closer to Xia Siyu, to breathe more of each other's scent. However, unexpectedly, Siyu did lean in, also touching the corner of his mouth gently, like a dragonfly skimming water, before quickly retracting and looking towards the clouds in the sky.
Bo Yan watched her profile as she admired the beautiful scene, and inside, he also started to experience a subtle change.
