Although Xiang Wan didn't understand his intentions, she obediently reached out to help him remove his glasses.
The kiss, laden with a sense of conquest, took her by surprise for a moment, and her hand wrapped around his neck.
She could feel that Zuo Xingyun was a bit off today, as if he were suppressing something, yet also as if he were venting.
And wasn't she the same?
After what seemed like a long time, with her neck sore from being arched back and her toes numb from being pointed, Zuo Xingyun finally let her go.
Her cheeks were flushed with emotion as she looked at the man before her, and she unexpectedly felt a pang of heartache.
Lu Tianming was right, Zuo Xingyun did have a face that could bewitch the heart.
She was unwilling to just wait for the truth to come out.
Love wasn't everything in her heart.
She hoped that Zuo Xingyun hadn't deceived her, that her father's death wasn't his doing.
