Fu Yunhe, who was said to be unenthusiastic, bent over following Nian Shutong's push.
The next second, his pupils contracted and the soft sensation on his lips told the story of what was happening.
Such softness was entirely unlike Nian Shutong's usual manner.
It seemed a bit sweet too, but that sweetness was gradually fading, and the soft touch was moving away.
Fu Yunhe wasn't a fool. If not now, then when?
He spread his arms, pulling the retreating Nian Shutong back and tightly embraced her in his arms.
Their lips collided, initially awkward, the tentative kiss turned passionate.
When Fu Yunhe felt Nian Shutong's force increasing under his grasp, he immediately loosened his hold and stepped back slightly, yet his arms still encircled her.
"Is this passionate enough?" he said.
Encircled in Fu Yunhe's arms, Nian Shutong, with her back completely against his arms, said without any shyness, all comfortable and at ease, "Not bad, I quite like it."
