Perhaps because neither had anticipated this, both of them were stunned.
Their breathing became increasingly intense.
Nan Xi's face grew even redder, just like a ripened fruit.
She admitted that she still loved him.
Especially on such a quiet night, with the two of them together, so close to each other, her heart couldn't help but flutter uncontrollably.
It even pounded crazily, thumping non-stop.
Not just Nan Xi, even Lu Jianshen's face flushed, but his was from restraint, forcefully repressed until his face turned red.
So close.
To kiss?
Or not to kiss?
Actually, he was undergoing an intense battle of thoughts inside.
If he kissed her, he would be like a warlord forcing a bow, without her permission, and she would certainly feel wronged and unhappy.
If he didn't kiss her, this might be his last chance.
Moreover, he could no longer control himself.
