Last night had already been an overstep.
If he hadn't guessed that Chiang Xiao had been feeding him water in that way, causing him momentarily to lose control, he definitely would have waited another year before daring to touch her like that.
If that could even be considered touching her.
But he didn't regret it.
It was just a shame that when she was feeding him water, he truly had been unconscious, with only a faint impression of the sensation; most of it was wishful thinking on his part.
If she had been more insistent, more composed, he might not have been so sure.
Meng Xinian's gaze involuntarily fell again on Chiang Xiao's lips.
She was talking to Ge Liutao, her bright red lips opening and closing, which made him feel starved just watching them.
Indeed, once something starts, it becomes difficult to control.
Meng Xinian secretly chuckled to himself.
