As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Jianshen had already bent down and kissed her lips directly.
This time, he was slow and gentle.
He seemed almost like a different person compared to the last time when he was impatient, angry, and domineering.
Nan Xi blinked, momentarily wrapped in his gentleness, almost forgetting to push him away.
When she realized it, she immediately reached out to push him.
However, she had just extended her hand when Lu Jianshen captured her wrist. His movement was equally gentle, like a proper gentleman, leaving no room for criticism.
After several exchanges, she still ended up defeated.
In the end, all she could do was clench her teeth and hold her ground, not letting him break through.
Lu Jianshen naturally understood; he smiled, his peach blossom eyes especially seductive in the night.
He wasn't angry, nor did he lose his temper, but continued kissing her patiently and gently, as if waiting for Nan Xi to surrender willingly.
