Jiang Kechu's gaze was ardent and profound as it slowly caressed her brows, her delicate nose, her smooth and fine cheeks, and her beautifully curved chin, before finally settling fixedly on her red lips.
Wan Chuchu felt her whole body heating up, feeling as if Jiang Kechu had kissed her with his eyes, an exquisitely torturous sensation. She returned his gaze defiantly, slowly leaning forward, inching closer to Jiang Kechu until only a pinky's width could fit between them, then she wobbled to a stop.
She then firmly locked eyes with Jiang Kechu, a teasing gleam in hers, and licked her lips with her tongue before slowly pulling away, resting her head against the door once more.
Jiang Kechu smiled, reached out his hand to cup the back of her head, his fingers deeply woven into her soft hair, and hoarsely asked, "Do you want it?"
Chuchu, lost in a daze, giggled, "Yes, I do."
