Tan Mo imagined a lot of things and was deciding if she should let Wei Zhiqian kiss her.
She did not move at all, and she did not dodge at all.
Her subconscious had already made the decision.
However, she did not expect Wei Zhiqian to suddenly freeze when his head was already lowered and only a few millimeters away from her.
Tan Mo held her breath. She was stunned and did not know how to react.
She blinked a few times. She could not help but look at Wei Zhiqian's lips.
His lips were neither thin nor thick. They were the right thickness.
If they were slightly thicker, he would have a slight naïve air. If they were slightly thinner, he would look cold.
Usually, when he looked at people, his lip lines were severe, and people would be anxious.
However, when Tan Mo looked at Wei Zhiqian, she felt that even if he was not smiling, the outline of his lips looked gentle.
