A low voice, lingering in her ear.
A burning sensation rushed to her cheeks instantly.
Xu Qiaoqiao widened her eyes, staring at the face slowly approaching hers, unconsciously holding her breath.
His face gradually enlarged before her eyes.
The exquisite features, the poreless skin, and the breath exhaled between his lips...
Xu Qiaoqiao felt as if she was about to drown in his breath.
Then he opened his mouth, "Like this? Or closer?"
Xu Qiaoqiao: ....
Thinking about her own awkwardness and looking at the man's poised demeanor, Xu Qiaoqiao became angry.
Bastard, does he really think she, Xu Qiaoqiao, is a naive little girl?
She took a deep breath, then curled her lips up, suddenly reaching out her hand, wrapping her arms around Xu Mushen's waist, his body that was still holding itself up, suddenly striking against hers.
Xu Qiaoqiao could see that Xu Mushen was a bit stunned, then quickly brought his face closer again.