Li Buyan felt a blinding whiteness before her eyes, utterly stunned.
She blinked her beautiful long eyelashes. Li Xingle placed a hand over her eyes, blocking her vision with a flesh-colored barrier, as if telling her to close her eyes.
Li Buyan slowly let her eyelids fall shut, and to her surprise, she felt her heart pounding wildly.
If Li Xingle had treated her well in the past, instead of always being so mean, perhaps she wouldn't have hated him so much!
It seemed like their strained relationship began with that one mistake that night.
The lingering kiss lasted a long time before it ended.
"Your kissing skills are awful!"
This was Li Xingle's first comment.
Li Buyan bit her lips, swollen from his kiss, feeling both annoyed and flustered!
"If you don't like it, then don't kiss me!" Li Buyan stood up.
The bench tipped over, but Li Xingle quickly reacted by standing up and grabbing her small hand. With a tug, she stumbled and fell into his arms.
