Bo Siyan remained still, his dark eyes growing deeper and more inscrutable.
Ning Xia, as if she had seen nothing, tiptoed and kissed the man's thin lips. His lips were slightly cool, bearing a chill, almost cold enough to reach her heart.
She closed her eyes, hiding the sadness in her gaze, and kissed him deeply.
The movement was without technique, kissing just for the sake of kissing.
Perhaps her skills were too poor, failing to spark any sexual interest in Bo Siyan; he still made no move, his breathing unchanged.
Ning Xia inevitably felt defeated.
If she couldn't make Bo Siyan disappointed in her, to give up on her, he would keep entangling himself with her, which was not what she wanted.
It seemed she had no choice but to give it her all in one final effort.
Ning Xia furrowed her brows, her gaze struggling and hesitating for a few seconds before she went all out. Her kisses slowly trailed down from Bo Siyan's lips...
