"What do you think this is?" He didn't say it directly and instead asked her. Seeing her slow-witted expression, he chuckled softly, "Can I get up now?"
Xia Qingqian snapped back to her senses and quickly pulled him up. But at the moment she helped him up, she regretted it, only to hear his rich, magnetic voice in her ear: "Since you let me get up, it means you've already agreed."
"Huh?" Xia Qingqian quickly turned her head to look at him, and as she did, she accidentally bumped into his soft lips. Before she could move away, her lips were tightly bitten by him, and he strongly absorbed her soft lips, as if trying to extract the fragrance within her lips.
Beitang Yao felt a trace of green tea's fresh aroma entering his mouth. He knew it was her taste; she had just finished washing up, and the faint fragrance of green tea lingered within her lips and teeth.
