The moment his thin lips touched hers, Mo Shiche even reflexively prepared himself to be pushed away, but she didn't do so.
She even closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling lightly, as if... she was anticipating it.
He was stunned for half a second, then went ahead and sealed her lips with his.
In the tangle of their kiss, their breathing became intense and heated, Mo Shiche switched to wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her against the entryway's bar counter.
By the end, Luo Qiangwei felt as though she was almost drowning in the kiss, with Mo Shiche's nose pressing against hers as he breathed heavily, his thin lips unable to resist pecking at hers, "Let's go, not here at someone else's place."
He emphasized the words "someone else," and Luo Qiangwei didn't have the strength to think too much, leaning on his chest to catch her breath, Mo Shiche kissed her cheek and directly scooped her up in his arms, striding out.
