Ning Xia's eyes widened in shock as the man's face enlarged before her, feeling his burning breath spilling onto her face, his presence completely enveloping her.
She should have felt fear and disgust, but for some reason, at that moment, not only did she not feel that way, but her heart also uncontrollably started pounding.
A rush of blood surged to her cheeks, which felt as if they were on fire, and she held her breath without even realizing it.
For some reason, she should have pushed him away, but her hands hung powerless at her sides, unable to lift, leaving her to watch helplessly as Bo Siyan moved in for a kiss.
As the man's lips were about to touch hers, Ning Xia felt somewhat at a loss, closing her eyes subconsciously.
Bo Siyan observed the woman's delicate face, her pink cheeks.
But in the last second, with his strong self-control, he stopped.
Bo Siyan moved his lips to Ning Xia's delicate ear, letting out a lazy, charming chuckle, "Like this, have you learned?"
