A whiff of fragrance drifted to his nose, a scent unique to Pei Shu'er.
As she breathed, her small mouth slightly parted, revealing a hint of white teeth, her red lips naturally crimson.
She looked as if she were waiting for someone to pluck her.
Tang Zan's gaze lingered on Pei Shu'er's lips.
He still remembered that fleeting kiss, soft, sweet, and fragrant.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, uncontrollably moving closer to her lips.
The distance between the two of them shortened, and Tang Zan's heartbeat grew louder and louder; it was his first time doing something like this.
And Pei Shu'er was also the first woman he had special feelings for.
He didn't know what kind of feeling it was.
He just knew that when he saw her, he wanted to hug her, he wanted to kiss her.
The distance between them kept closing, ten centimeters, five centimeters, one centimeter, one millimeter...
