Ling'er remained silent, and Feng Jiuxiao took it as her acquiescence.
His mood improved a little with her non-rejection of his proposal.
"Mm," Ling'er replied, her eyes lowered as she moved to the bed.
Feng Jiuxiao stood at the doorway, looking at her thin figure, and he called out: "Ling'er."
When Ling'er heard him call out to her, she stopped. She did not turn around to answer him, merely replying with her back towards him, indifference colouring her words, "Is there anything else?"
Without warning, Feng Jiuxiao reached out, wrapping his arms around her, his slender fingers tilting her head towards him as he kissed her.
The sudden kiss startled Ling'er, and she momentarily forgot herself. She could feel Feng Jiuxiao's lips against hers, the passionate kiss overwhelming her senses.
Feng Jiuxiao resembled a cold, lofty immortal, untainted by worldly desires as if nothing was worth more than a few seconds of his attention.
