The warm breath sprayed onto her skin, and Ning Xia subconsciously wanted to step back, but the man's arms were like iron chains, locking her firmly in his embrace.
Dark eyes deep, filled with thousands of strands of deep affection, entangling her, a hint of a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, his thin lips dangerously close to hers, tempting and dangerous.
Ning Xia's heart uncontrollably began to pound wildly, and even her breathing paused.
Bo Siyan looked at her wide eyes, clear, innocent, also with a touch of timidity and panic, like a startled little bunny, making him even more unable to resist teasing her.
"In the future, when I miss you, I can just say I miss you, when I want to see you, I can come to see you directly, and when I want to kiss you..."
His gaze slowly moved downward, landing on her tender red lips, his voice hoarse as he finished speaking, "I can also kiss you directly..."
As he spoke, his lips approached.
