Xia Xin LAN walked to a corner and leaned against the wall. Then, she slowly slid down and weakly squatted down.
The kiss just now had really broken all her calm and pretense.
It was just like the kiss from that night in his memory, but it was more gentle and lingering than that night.
Although that was what she felt, after experiencing so many things, she would not overthink it.
Xia Xin LAN gently touched her lips. It was as if she could still feel the temperature just now, that warm and scorching feeling.
Even if she didn't want to think about it, she couldn't help but think about the scene just now.
But as she thought about the past, her tears fell uncontrollably.
Chu bingxuan!
How could he, how could he kiss her after hurting her like that?
What did he think she was?
At this moment, Xia Xin Lan's heart was filled with intense hatred.
She also hated herself for being bewitched by him just now.
