Unable to control her feelings, Mu Xiangwan's body quivered slightly.
However, being the domineering and assertive figure she was since childhood, as combative as any boy, even if she was frightened within, she kept a strong facade.
She secretly gritted her teeth, lifted her chin in defiance, and with a voice as crisp as the oriole, she provocatively asked, "Su Chaoyang, what do you want to do?"
Her posture was akin to the boastful threats made before a fight!
Su Chaoyang watched the girl closely, saw the anger bubbling up on her porcelain-white face, and his gaze involuntarily deepened, coming to rest on her full, rosy lips.
"What do I want to do? Shouldn't you know better than anyone else?" he murmured, his deep voice echoing like a cello.
The girl faltered for a moment, looking into the storm brewing in his eyes, she suddenly sensed trouble.
What started as a simple punitive kiss, had unknowingly deepened due to the profound memories in her mind…
His tall, muscular form pressed her into a corner of the wall.
The kiss grew more passionate, and their young bodies drew inexplicably closer.
Mu Xiangwan's mind blanked out completely. Her senses were filled with Su Chaoyang's potent, masculine aura. She couldn't move, the notion of resistance forgotten. She could only stare with wide eyes, taking in his full forehead and short, dark hair.
"Su Chaoyang!!!" She glared at him, fire burning in her almond eyes.
"I must say...over these years...you've developed quite nicely! But, your kissing skills haven't improved..."
Damn it! Without a second thought, Mu Xiangwan lifted her hand, and a slap was about to land.
However, Su Chaoyang easily caught her white wrist, playfully saying, "I won't allow a woman to slap me twice. And, Mu Xiangwan, it was only a kiss, it's not like you've never kissed me before."