Before he could open his mouth to explain, Jiang Zhe pressed him against the door and kissed him fiercely and abruptly, so intense and swift that the flush at the corner of his eyes grew undisguisedly redder, enchantingly stunning.
Qin Jingchen wrapped his arms around her waist, yielded to her, reciprocated her passion, encouraged her, and returned her tenderness, ardor, and the full beating of his heart along with the fervent desire in his eyes.
It was then he realized that what Xun Yining had said wasn't false; she had been distraught, she had been worried, and in that brief moment, she had thrown her entire being into it for him, becoming unlike herself, unrecognizable.
In that short time, her concerns compounded and multiplied, incalculable in their specific number or measure.
This caused a slight ache in Qin Jingchen's heart.
He wrapped his arms around Jiang Zhe's waist, both supporting and treasuring her as if she were a precious jewel.
