But the sensation was different from the previous thrilling and blush-inducing feelings; Ji Yao only felt an endless resistance now.
Indeed, what was she resisting?
The resistance was perhaps to Lu Jincheng's approach.
She had never felt this way before, but now she just wanted to go home quickly, not wanting to be alone with this man.
Lu Jincheng, in a daze, pressed closer without sensing Ji Yao's resistance.
Whenever Ji Yao had let him do whatever he wanted, and eventually he came to take it all for granted, forgetting that it wasn't something Ji Yao was obliged to do.
Just as Lu Jincheng's lips were about to reach Ji Yao's, Ji Yao fiercely turned her face aside, avoiding him, and then quickly withdrew.
Lu Jincheng's arms were suddenly empty.
He turned his head, frowning slightly, if only the streetlight could have made everything clearer, then Ji Yao would have been able to see the hurt and disappointed expression on Lu Jincheng's face.
But there were no ifs.
