Everything happened too quickly, not giving either of them a chance to react.
Not only did Wang Xiaolong firmly press down on Zhang Hongmei's body, but their lips also met perfectly in a kiss.
Um~!
Zhang Hongmei's beautiful eyes narrowed, and with a soft cry, she tried to get up quickly.
But as she lifted her head and her eyes met Wang Xiaolong's, she became dazed.
She was no longer a naïve girl and shouldn't have been moved by such contact with a man.
Yet at that moment, feeling the firm muscles of Wang Xiaolong, and his faint masculine scent, stirred within her an unusual emotion.
It wasn't affection or fondness but rather a sense of security from being protected.
Ever since her husband had passed away, she had never felt this sensation again.
Added to the hardships she had suffered over the years, and the close call with Fan Sanhu just before, she was immersed in it, almost not wanting to leave the warmth of his embrace.
