Wen Zhiyao was no fool; she immediately covered her mouth with her hand.
Jiang She gently kissed the back of her hand.
The warmth of the kiss brushed against her hand, a tingling sensation enveloping her.
The lump in Wen Zhiyao's throat bobbed, even though it wasn't their first close encounter, every move Jiang She made was charming.
His gaze was loving but with a hint of aggression, impossible to ignore.
Wen Zhiyao was momentarily lost before her hand was pushed away, their noses touched, and in the next second, Jiang She's lips found hers.
"Jiang She, I can't believe you actually…." Wen Zhiyao shoved him away, her voice shaking slightly, betraying her nervousness.
She had no idea why such a minor kiss could upset her so much.
"You're my girlfriend, so when I kiss you…" he leaned in lingering by her ear, his warm breath fluttering against her lobe, softly counter-questioning, "why can't I seriously mean it?"
Everything seemed as though it should be natural.
