The moment her lips were sealed, Jiang Yuan's long, thick eyelashes trembled violently, but she closed her eyes the next second.
Her fingertips involuntarily clutched the front of his shirt.
This kiss was more passionate than any before, less restrained – dominant yet tender.
The room temperature kept rising, their breaths entangling, filling the space with a romantic atmosphere.
Suddenly a "snap—" was heard, something broke off and fell onto the glass coffee table, producing a crisp collision sound, which abruptly brought the two back to their senses.
Xu Jiayan rubbed her lips again, slightly calmed his messy breathing, and then let her go.
He saw his girl, her cherry-pink lips slightly swollen, her thick eyelashes incessantly trembling, causing Xu Jiayan's body to suddenly tighten, and he couldn't help but feel his face growing hot.
