The light that had just come on not long ago went out again. In the rustling sounds, Shen Jianian reminded herself that she had taken a step forward, and it shouldn't be so difficult from here on. She took the initiative to kiss Fu Jichen, but this time she still missed the target, her lips as soft as petals landing on his face.
Shen Jianian heard a soft sigh, followed by the man's helpless murmur, "Why so clumsy..."
He lowered his head slightly, precisely pressing against her lips.
Fu Jichen was afraid of misunderstanding her intentions. After a deep kiss, he leaned close to her ear and called her name, "Shen Jianian." He paused and asked, word by word, "Are you ready?"
It felt like her lips were coated with syrup, sticking together, making it hard for her to speak. Her mind was hazy, with little reason left, but she knew clearly what she was doing.
She didn't know if she would regret it, but at this moment, she was willing.
