Qin Muchuan gently savored her lips.
Only after a long moment did he let her go.
His kiss was entirely different from that of Song Yichen. Song Yichen had never kissed her like this. His kisses remained on a primary school-level, while this one was definitely collegiate-level.
He softly queried by her ear, "Are you going to keep talking nonsense?"
She, too, was out of breath from the kiss, blushing deeply, and unable to utter a single word. All she could do was shake her head repeatedly.
"Hehe, that's a good girl! A young lady should not be rude when she speaks. I like women who are refined in every aspect!" Qin Muchuan gently stroked her head.
Lin Xiangwan wanted to say: I never asked for you to like me. It's none of your business whether I am elegant or crude, or whether I use foul language or not.
But such thoughts, she only dared to keep to herself. In the face of such imposing figures as him, who would dare to speak up?
