"Ranran, promise me, don't leave me."
It was not until Wen Ran could hardly breathe that Mo Xiuchen finally let her go.
He slid his large palm down, resting it on her shoulder, his eyes burning hot, staring intently at her.
His voice was deep, filled with unease and fear. He was so scared.
For the kiss just now, she was forced to endure it without responding to him. Although he kissed her passionately and deeply, it had nothing to do with desire.
He deeply felt the bitterness. Yes, bitterness, a kiss permeated with fear, a kiss without her response, there was no taste of sweetness nor happiness in it.
Wen Ran stiffened slightly, she just tried to lower her eyes, but he held her cheek with his large hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with pain as he stubbornly repeated his previous words: "Ranran, promise me, don't leave me."
Wen Ran's heart throbbed, a sharp pain running from his eyes to her heart, spreading throughout her body at an extremely fast speed.
