The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't let go of her so easily.
Shao Yunduan leaned down and rubbed his chin against Qiao Xuan's hair, relishing the softness against his skin. Their hearts raced in sync.
"My love…"
Shao Yunduan whispered and couldn't resist planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.
Qiao Xuan was taken aback by the cool, tender touch. She let out a small gasp and instinctively stepped back, breaking free from his embrace.
Shao Yunduan was about to reach out to hold her when he stopped himself.
A tinge of regret crossed his mind—why didn't he steal a few more kisses?
Inside, Qiao Xuan felt a jumble of emotions. She hadn't intended to reject him, but she wasn't ready. She worried that he might misunderstand her and feel hurt…
With a cautious glance, Qiao Xuan peeked at Shao Yunduan, relieved to see that he didn't seem angry. Yet, her guilt intensified.
