Under the dim streetlight, the shadow cast on the ground by Lu Huai'an's tall body was only a silhouette.
Lin Chu didn't know how to kiss; her lips just pressed against his, unmoving.
The breeze stopped, the rustling sycamore leaves also paused, and there were no passersby on the road. Next to that streetlight, it was just her and him.
It seemed like the world was frozen at this moment.
Their breaths intertwined, her exhaled alcoholic scent mingling with his cool fresh air, blurring who was truly drunk.
Many people say that a first kiss tastes sweet.
But Lin Chu seemed not to taste that feeling. She was a bit sobered up but her bodily senses remained sluggish.
Her body softened like spring water, her arms limply wrapped around the man's neck, not holding for long, as one arm slipped from his shoulder, her lips left his.
In that instant, Lu Huai'an's rationality returned, his sharp features immersed in the dim light, looking cold and distant.
"Lin Chu..."
