A minute had passed.
Lu Tianxing had no intention of letting go of Xue Man, as if he were conquering new territory.
Under Lu Tianchen's lead, Xue Man responded awkwardly and stiffly. The faint scent of jasmine emanating from her entered Lu Tianxing's nostrils, eliciting an unusual feeling in his heart—a reluctance to let go.
This feeling was different from when he had kissed Bai Zhiqing—who had been completely passive, utterly clueless. The kisses from Lin Qianru and Rose, Lin Yafei were fiery, as if they could melt a person. Xue Man, on the other hand, was like a shy little girl, retreating at a touch, then cautiously coming back, only to retreat again, like a bashful little rabbit.
Gradually, Xue Man felt as though she couldn't breathe, her body started trembling, her eyes widened, and her eyebrows flickered, as if she were begging for mercy.
