Jing Hanchuan lowered his eyes and stared at her lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he appeared slightly anxious.
Their entire bodies felt dry from the heat.
They could feel each other's breathing, which was very volatile in the hot air.
Before Xu Yuanfei could regain her senses, she saw a certain someone getting closer and closer. His hands, which were originally on the table, slowly withdrew and gently held her stiff and tightly clenched hands.
"Why are you so nervous…"
"…"
"Close your eyes, okay?"
Xu Yuanfei was completely bewitched. Her eyelashes trembled gently as she closed her eyes. Then she felt a warm object fall on her lips.
In the biting cold winter, his lips were thin and soft. When they first touched, they were still a little cold. He exerted a little force and slowly pressed them down.
But then they became so hot that they seemed to melt her.
