How long had it been since she had kissed his lips?
Qiao En had forgotten the time.
All she knew was that the moment their lips touched, her world spun around, and every rational cell in her brain seemed to enter an instant hibernation.
That kiss was soul-stirring, and yet so hard to part from.
Zhou Jin'an kissed her passionately, as if he wanted to devour Qiao En whole.
It seemed that only by devouring her could he truly possess her.
Her body softened gradually, steadily succumbing to his advances.
His large hand climbed to her waist, seeking to meld her bit by bit into himself.
At the critical moment, Qiao En's rationality returned.
She forcefully pushed Zhou Jin'an away.
Both were breathing heavily.
On Qiao En's fair cheeks, a rosy flush had spread, and her eyes were misty and luminous.
"I'm sorry."
She lowered her head.
She had returned, but she didn't want to go back to the past.
