He released her lips, yet still held her against the door, his forehead pressed against hers, forcing her to look up at the man's face so close to hers, the suppressed breath of the man lingering near her nose.
This distance, it was too close.
So close that all the love and nerves that had long been withdrawn and extended were burned into sensibility, and something seemed to break out from within and burrow into her forcibly self-possessed mind.
Breath lingering.
In Shi Su's mind, a string was wound too tightly, wanting to push him away. But the kiss just now had made her legs weak, she hadn't realized her eyes were momentarily reddened from the kiss. The hand she managed to pull away with difficulty was trembling, pushing against his chest, trying to speak despite the distance where speaking might almost lead lips to touch.
Jing Jihan spoke first.
