"More intimate... um!"
Before she finished speaking, he kissed her.
Her eyes wide open, she gazed at the man's handsome face just inches away. Yan Xiaye's small, fair hands clenched into fists, instinctively pushing against his chest.
At this closer distance, she could see the weariness concealed beneath his elegance.
Painful tendrils wound through her heart, dulling the joy of seeing him awake.
The end result was that she either couldn't or didn't want to push him away, her whole body feeling lazy and languid, immersed in the fact that he was now awake.
On this bright sunny afternoon, she temporarily tossed aside her feelings of inadequacy, secretly kissing him in the room with a sense of guilt.
After the kiss ended, she lowered her eyes breathlessly, her feelings so conflicted they bordered on guilt.
On reflection, since Li Yuntang didn't remember who she was, should she have not allowed his kiss?
