Lin Yixun tried to keep a distance from Leng Yixiu, avoiding any physical contact, yet due to the man's tall figure, it was difficult to operate if she didn't stand closer.
Helplessly, she had to step forward a few steps, standing on tiptoe to wrap the tie around the man's shirt collar. However, whether it was fate playing tricks on her, no matter how careful she was, her forehead accidentally touched the man's lips in the instant she stood on tiptoe.
Lin Yixun's body stiffened, instinctively wanting to retreat, but the man was faster than her, his large hand tightly gripping her waist, lips deeply pressing onto her forehead.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the spacious master bedroom suddenly became silent, so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard. A hint of amorous atmosphere permeated, but Lin Yixun did not like this kind of ambiguity.
