"M-Mr Qiao, w-why…"
Time seemed to have stopped in this minute and second. Her hands on his shoulders couldn't help but grab his patient gown tightly as his lips pressed against hers.
Just as her heart beat started to speed up, he pushed her away suddenly.
He smirked, a faint teasing and contempt flashing in his dark eyes. After he pulled her into a wormhole, almost making her sink, while he was like an audience, standing by the shore as he watched her sink bit by bit.
Cen Xi immediately felt like someone had poured cold water over her, drenching her from head to toe.
Embarrassment, coldness, unbearableness.
He stared at her constricting eyes, his fingers reaching for her tightly pursed lips.
The shape of her lips was really pretty, the top of her lips slightly more protruding as they were soft and filled with suppleness.
