Shi Lin didn't expect her to come back again. He looked up at her face full of tear marks, looking even more pitiful than before, lips bitten and bleeding, eyes red and swollen, tears sliding down silently, suppressing misery and despair. He leaned against the liquor cabinet, a hint of indecision in his eyes.
"Are you sure?" Shi Lin asked softly, wanting to see if she would really go through with it.
Lin Mian entered the room, her eyes still moist with tears. Shi Lin calmly gazed at the young girl before him. Her fair skin glowed under the light, her waist slim and delicate, her figure petite and well-proportioned. Her tousled hair stuck to her face, tears silently streaming down, presenting a pitiful appearance that made one want to comfort and protect her.
The more she cried, the more it seemed to stir the primal instincts within a man, erasing any traces of pity in his heart. Shi Lin, with his experienced eyes, sat on the sofa and gestured towards her, his voice cold and indifferent.
"I'll give you twenty minutes. If I'm not interested by then, you better leave."
Although he was being so harsh, it didn't scare her away. Lin Mian bit her lip and slowly approached him, crouching down in front of him.
She remembered a poem she had once read unintentionally: "The lips are dry, the kiss is noisy, and the itch is unbearable. If only there were a golden bottle to pour out the jade waves."
Lin Mian moved closer, tilted her head up, and placed her lips on his.His lips were thin, slightly cool, with a faint and uniquely cold fragrance. She hesitated, only lightly touching them without moving.
He remained still, and Lin Mian gradually became bolder in her touch, keenly sensing his breathing rate. Suddenly, Shi Lin's last bit of self-control exploded.
Having had some drinks that night, he suddenly didn't want to restrain himself any longer. The next second, the back of Lin Mian's head was firmly pressed by him, turning the tables.
His kiss was fierce and passionate, far surpassing her earlier teasing. Lin Mian, in a daze, belatedly realized that this was a "kiss."
Before she knew it, she found herself pinned down on the sofa by the man, with the light shining directly on her fair and slender body... The scene was incredibly exaggerated.
Unable to hold back, Lin Mian weakly asked, "C-can we turn off the lights?"
Shi Lin smirked, "No."
Lin Mian could only close her mouth and eyes, afraid to say more, quietly burying her face into his chest.