They were very close to each other.
She could even smell the strong scent of tobacco on him...
"What's the matter?" Ran Tong spoke up.
The next second, a large hand wrapped around her waist and, without another word, lips tainted with the smell of tobacco pressed down on hers.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Ran Tong closed her eyes, her hands unconsciously raising and clenching, resisting against the position of his chest.
She wasn't sure how long it had been, but Lu Nancheng was hugging her, his head bowed, his warm breath constantly swirling around the tip of her nose.
"Why do I feel... less passionate than on our wedding night, huh?" Lu Nancheng's voice was low and husky, laced with a hint of teasing.
Ran Tong blinked and then said, "It's daytime now."
"So it is." Lu Nancheng chuckled softly, "Your words make me look forward to tonight even more."
Ran Tong: "..."
She closed her eyes and tightened her grip slightly, "You've had your kiss, can you let go now?"
