Passionate Kiss

"Now, my dear," Wang Jian spoke with an unabashed grin, "we find ourselves concealed from the gaze of the world. There is no need for shyness. Come forth and fulfil your part."

His words carried an undeniable allure, simultaneously tempting and sinister.

Hong Meilin's heart raced as she stood face-to-face with Wang Jian, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and uncertainty. In a swift and determined motion, she closed the distance between them, her body leaning forward, and her lips softly pressing against his. However, the kiss lacked the passion that Wang Jian desired, leaving him unmoved.

Wang Jian's voice broke the silence, his tone calm yet firm. "Your kiss lacks the fire I seek, Hong Meilin. I agreed to save the bishops on the condition of a passionate kiss, one that would stir the depths of my being. But what I felt just now falls short of my expectations."