Ye Rumeng felt a sweet delight in her heart, "No trouble, I'll just enjoy it as is."
Luo Zifeng stared at her, his smile profound, "When the flowers are ripe for picking, you should take the chance, lest there are no flowers and you're left to pick twigs."
Ye Rumeng's cheeks flushed slightly; she felt his words had a deeper meaning.
"Rumeng..." Luo Zifeng raised his hand to softly caress her cheek, and Ye Rumeng's bright, dark eyes twinkled, her heart growing even more bashful.
The man leaned closer to her, his masculine, pleasant scent enveloping her—
His eyes, burning with fervor, gazed at her red lips and gently pressed a kiss onto them.
Seeing Ye Rumeng's cheeks turn even pinker, Luo Zifeng chuckled lowly, "So shy, no experience at all?"
Ye Rumeng thought he was probing into the matter between her and Ya Shitian.
Suddenly, her face turned cold, and she lightly pushed him away, "What does having experience or not have to do with anything?"
