After the intense moment, their foreheads touched, their breaths intermingled.
Jiang Xingye held her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. Possibly drained of energy, Jiang Xingye took two steps back and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Her gaze originally dropped, seeing an indescribable scene, she averted her eyes and simply rested her head on his shoulder.
Her heart felt sweet.
She liked his domineering and assertive nature, after all, she was that kind of person too.
Indeed, if a man and a woman haven't reached that step, no matter what, there would still be some distance and reservations. But once a certain line is crossed, or if something is done, it's different than if it wasn't done.
She gently bit Jiang Xingye's neck, he turned his head, seemingly in disbelief, "Weren't you just begging for mercy?"
Begging for mercy now, Jiang Xingye was really worried about his future.
