"Lu Jianshen, what are you doing?"
His pace was so fast that Nan Xi could hardly keep up.
Moreover, she had no idea why he suddenly pulled her upstairs.
"Slow down a bit, the TV is still on," Nan Xi said.
Lu Jianshen shouted, and the TV immediately turned off.
As soon as they reached the bedroom, Lu Jianshen closed the door, then grabbed her hand and pressed her against it.
"I'm a bit thirsty."
His dark eyes gazed deeply at Nan Xi.
"Then, I'll get you some water."
"No need."
After Lu Jianshen finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her directly.
Nan Xi's eyes widened in disbelief.
So, the reason he hurried her upstairs so anxiously was not for something else, but just to...to...kiss her.
If it weren't for her hands clutching his clothes, and her back against the door, Nan Xi seriously doubted she would have fallen.
She had never seen this mix of tenderness and madness in him, which overwhelmed her several times.
