The kiss was different from the comforting and gentle ones he had given her before. This kiss was impatient.
Lu Yang didn't know when they ended up on the couch, nor did she know how long it had been.
Her coat lay pitifully abandoned on the carpet. Lu Yang's brain was depleted of oxygen when their lips parted, and a powerful scent that belonged only to him remained around his nose. She felt dizzy and disoriented.
His abdominal muscles were contracting in front of her, and she could hear his intermittent breathing.
Lu Yang's heart skipped a beat, as she suddenly realized how precious he looked in front of her. He was adorable.
It was she who had torn away his facade of detachment and indifference.
Lu Yang loosened her grip and lowered her gaze, sighing. "When will it be ready? I'm hungry."
There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, and there was also a trace of playfulness.
