What Do I Want?

Instinctively, Shen Fanxing pressed her stiff back against the wall.

She gave him a hasty glance before she turned her head away.

Bo Jinchuan's warm fingers brushed lightly across her fair and clean face. Then his slightly bent fingers stopped at her delicate chin. He hooked her face and lifted it slowly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Shen Fanxing could only gaze at him and smile bashfully.

Bo Jinchuan's dark orbs stared right into the depth of her eyes, looking as though he wanted to see right through her.

"Do you know what I want to do?"

Shen Fanxing nodded lightly, and her eyes glinted faintly. With a smile, she said, "I think I know."

Bo Jinchuan's finger caressed her chin as he chuckled. "Tell me, what do I want?"

"Kiss me."

Bo Jinchuan's smile widened, and his voice was low and pleased.

"Sure."

Shen Fanxing paused before realizing that he seemed to have misunderstood. She quickly interjected,