Lin Xiangwan voiced her doubts, looking at him who was suddenly close at hand.
Suddenly, her face turned red, and her eyes looked shy.
She tried hard to regain her coolness quickly, pushing him away forcefully. "Back off a bit, you're too close!"
Qin Muchuan held her hand, resisting her refusal. "Stop messing around!"
"I'm not the one messing around, you are!"
He leaned in, accurately capturing her lips with a kiss.
His actions were swift and domineering, like a trapped beast, bound and starving. His mouth was the only part of him free to move, and when a tantalizing feast passed by his lips, even if he couldn't fully indulge, just a taste was enough to make him take a risk.
The taste of the feast was excellent, and he liked it very much.
The scent of lemons lingered between each breath, instantly becoming addicting.
From the initial tension, Lin Xiangwan gradually softened—like an ancient ice sculpture under the sun, slowly melting into water.
Gradually, he grew bolder.
