Yanshen kissed the wrinkles in her brows and eyes, almost subconsciously.
Yao Qing didn't have time to evade and involuntarily received the kiss.
She instinctively frowned, a thin layer of anger rising in her eyes, "Yanshen!"
"Hmm, I'm here."
His deep voice once again swept into her ears.
"You really are..." Yao Qing's brows furrowed again, "Why didn't I realize you were so shameless before? Who gave you permission to kiss me?"
Her lips, brightly colored and luscious, made her delicate features and expressions even more colorful.
It was at this moment Yanshen suddenly realized that Yao Qing's aloofness and indifferent demeanor were always directed outward, but towards him—she was always lively.
This discovery deepened the color of the man's eyes, and an indescribable sensation arose in his chest.
It was as though something had suddenly been filled, accompanied by another complex and ineffable feeling.
Did she like him?
