"Qianqian." Shang Sizhan suddenly called her name, his voice very soft.
"Hmm?" Shi Qian looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I've thought about it."
Shang Sizhan placed his hand on the girl's cheek. He slid his thumb across her lips as he said solemnly, "Anyway, we have a long time ahead of us. Your feelings for me are not in a hurry. I can accept that feelings will grow over time."
"Ah?" Shi Qian looked at him suspiciously. "Love over time? What do you mean?"
Shang Sizhan smiled evilly, "I mean it literally."
Before Shi Qian could react, the man's hand had already slid to the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers.
The lights went out afterward.
The silver moonlight outside the window shone through the white curtains. It illuminated the room.
The next day.
