Cen Jin's breath hitched, her emotions gradually drawn away by him. As that wide hand gently kneaded at her soft waist, Cen Jin subconsciously let out a soft "hmm." That sound stirred the nerve Jiang Baizhou was trying hard to suppress and deepened the kiss.
Cen Jin sensed something was off and quickly raised her hand to press against his chest, opening her eyes to stop him: "Don't..."
Jiang Baizhou's form stiffened, his rationality pulled back by her light, soft voice. Slowly opening his eyes, with a hint of muddled emotion, he saw her blush with shyness. The sense of defeat surged within him again as he held her tightly, burying his handsome face in her fair neck. He spoke, muffled: "I'll go check the house tomorrow."
"Hmm?" Cen Jin was no naive girl to the ways of the world; she understood matters between men and women. Though a little embarrassed, she comprehended his mood. She heard his cryptic remark and felt a slight confusion.
