That was...
A deep kiss.
A bone-chilling cold seemed to seep from her rosy lips, wanting to take away all his light and warmth.
His whole body suddenly went numb as if he was electrocuted, spreading all the way up, even his scalp tingled slightly.
No...
No way...
Yan Huan, being kissed, felt his mind going blank, yet he could only feel his rationality vaguely crumbling as this sensation deepened.
If this continued, he was really heading for a defeat CG.
Wasn't this forcefully replicating the trope of "obviously hating it on the face but being honest in the body"?
Moreover, generally speaking, these stories end with even the mind succumbing!
"Tick... tack..."
And just perfectly disastrously, at this moment, the illusory sound of a clock reached Yan Huan's ears.
His eyes trembled slightly, glancing to his side.
But he saw the door splitting into two, one half still tightly closed, the other slightly ajar.
