Ling Chuxia was slightly surprised, her large, clear eyes wide open, looking at Shi Che with confusion underneath.
Shi Che, however, was steadily watching her, the light in his dark eyes gradually deepening. His hand slowly reached towards Ling Chuxia, fingertips gently brushing over her face, caressing her skin as if filled with longing, finally resting on her chin, lightly pinching it.
Ling Chuxia was just about to ask what was wrong, but in the next moment, Shi Che's lips pressed down on hers.
During this time, Shi Che's kisses were always gentle and lingering, as if she were a fragile doll that could only be treated with utmost care.
Ling Chuxia liked Shi Che's kisses like this very much; it was not about passion, but rather an ultimate sense of security wrapped in warmth.
