His kiss was hot, but the silver mask was cold, as if it carried some indescribable emotions. The more Shen Miao struggled, the stronger his grip was. He locked her in his arms and invaded her lips crazily.
The flowers that bloomed in the winter, the butterflies that fluttered in the autumn, the ice spring in the summer, and the snowflakes in the spring could not compare to the strangeness of this moment. There was the sound of the wind in her ears, and the beautiful young man's arms were strong. His kiss was hot, as if it was going to melt her.
When Xie Jingxing let go of Shen Miao, Shen Miao almost went limp and couldn't breathe. In her previous life, she liked Fu Xiuyi, but from the beginning to the end, she had never been very intimate with him.
Feeling that she had lost her composure, Shen Miao flew into a rage out of humiliation. Xie Jingxing held her up to prevent her from falling.
