Mo Roulan couldn't think anything properly.
She tried to interpret what was going on but her mind was blank…to blank just like a blank sheet of paper as if she couldn't find any pen to write anything on it.
And then she felt a warm pair of lips moving on her lips that she could not even feel whether they belonged to her or not.
And then it suddenly occurred to her that He Jian was kissing her.
He was kissing her.
Just one sentence echoed in her mind for thrice approximately until it was followed by a question.
Why was he kissing her?
Could it be that she was dreaming?
However, the soft and gentle sigh that she heard from He Jian as he parted for just a moment before holding the back of her head gently only to cover her lips again made her feel sure that she was not dreaming.
He Jian was really kissing her.
But then again…why?
