"Can I kiss you?"
Xiang Ling's sudden question left Zhang Xuan too stunned to even react properly on time. Before he could have replied, she was already pressing her lips against his. She felt as his breath got caught the moment their lips met. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and deepened the kiss, claiming his mouth - claiming him - with an intensity that had him gasping.
Zhang Xuan's hands stilled, his entire body went rigid before suddenly waking with a surge. He pulled away with his eyes wide and his chest heaving. "Ah Ling," he whispered while he searched her eyes for something. "Am I Zhe Yuan's replacement?"
