What the hell, the male god wants her to kiss him?
Nan Feng's heart raced like a deer on the run.
She actually wanted to!
But what about the propriety expected of a young lady?
However, if it was his initiative, then there wouldn't be any need for propriety, right? Forget it, Nan Feng thought she might as well just kiss him, after all, a kiss wouldn't get her pregnant.
Nan Feng was about to give Yege a peck on the cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water, but before her lips could touch his face, he suddenly turned around, and Nan Feng's lips met his squarely.
She recoiled as if electrocuted, but as she did, images flashed through her mind: kissing by the reservoir, him blindfolding her with a cloth, and more...
The images were vivid, as if they had happened just yesterday, and they felt like her own experiences because she remembered the touch.
"Fengfeng, what's wrong?" Yege asked tenderly as he leaned in close to Nan Feng, "Was my behavior too presumptuous?"
