With gentle movements, Haoran's hand caressed Suxin's sleeping face, smooth and tender. Without her glasses, she was truly beautiful, especially in today's mature yet playful outfit; she didn't look twenty-nine at all.
In Chen Ziqian's eyes, there was a soft glow as he caressed her gently, studying her slumbering features. Those tender, glistening lips carried an irresistible allure, moist and shiny, looking incredibly sweet.
He bent down and gently pressed a kiss on her lips, sweet, just as he had imagined, his heart filled with indescribable excitement, the ripples spreading deeper...
As he bent down again, when his lips were about to touch Suxin's, he suddenly felt an electric shock course through his body, freezing him in place.
What was he doing?
Stealing a kiss from an older woman?
A shiver ran through his body, and Chen Ziqian "whooshed" back to his seat.
What was he doing?
