"That... it's just a woman's nature,"
Lin Jiujiu said earnestly, yet she didn't realize what she had said, "What I like is Qing Liyin, and I could never like anyone else like that in my lifetime, I only like his..."
Before Lin Jiujiu could finish her words, Qin Muchen suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him.
Their bodies pressed together, noses almost touching.
Lin Jiujiu froze, and before she could react, Qin Muchen's expressionless face leaned down to meet her lips, just a light brush before he released her.
But the calm and clear surface of the water was now tumultuous with waves.
Lin Jiujiu jerked back, her face flushed red, and she stared at Qin Muchen with wide eyes, at a loss for what to do.
Harsh condemnation? Or lash out in a tirade? Or perhaps to slap him?
After being kissed forcibly, it seemed that such a reaction would be appropriate.
