His kiss was so fervent.
Nan Xi felt as if she was about to be overwhelmed by him.
Under normal circumstances, she would definitely feel extremely shy, extremely embarrassed.
But now, she couldn't care less, she didn't care about anything at all.
All she knew was that she couldn't bear to part with him, couldn't bear to let go of the man who was holding her so tightly.
What should she do? He hadn't even left yet, and she had already begun to miss him.
Without any reserve, Nan Xi reached out her arms and wrapped them tightly around Lu Jianshen, wishing she could meld into his very bones and blood.
That seemed the only way she could feel less afraid of losing him, less longing.
For some reason, she had been feeling particularly sentimental lately.
And she always had this feeling that as soon as she let go, he would leave her.
By the end of the kiss, the tears from Nan Xi's eyes had fallen without her noticing.
