Tang Yanqi's mind went blank, her body instinctively following Sheng Jianan's voice, her jaw gently parted, allowing the man to invade.
"Close your eyes."
Whatever he said, Tang Yanqi would do, their lips and teeth entangled, the ambiguous atmosphere filled the bedroom.
Sheng Jianan wasn't much better off than Tang Yanqi. The impulse to kiss her was sudden, but when their lips actually touched, Sheng Jianan felt every cell in his body stirring, he wanted more.
That's why he told her to open her mouth, that's why he told her to close her eyes.
Sheng Jianan has never had a girlfriend, not because he truly abstained but simply because he wasn't interested in women.
All his memories of women remained in the summer of that year—the faint scent, the clean aura, and those soft hands.
So for women who were filled with the smell of chemicals, Sheng Jianan felt nothing but disgust.
