Before Yu Anwan could react, Wen Jin had already cupped her face. Yu Anwan looked at Wen Jin in astonishment.
The man's thin lips pressed against Yu Anwan's gently.
Yu Anwan opened her mouth slightly, but before she could say anything, Wen Jin's handsome face came into view.
As Wen Jin approached inch by inch, his advances became more and more overbearing.
Wen Jin's other hand firmly held onto Yu Anwan's waist as she retreated step by step, while Wen Jin stared at her without blinking.
The two of them were like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, less noisy and angry than usual, but with a trace of warmth.
There was a hint of emotion in the air, making people feel more and more restless.
It was only when Wen Jin's hand touched Yu Anwan's skin, feeling calloused, that Yu Anwan came back to her senses with a jolt. She abruptly pushed Wen Jin away and panted, saying, "Wen Jin, don't push your luck!"
