Noticing the disappointment in Qin Ruan's eyes, Huo Yunjiao stepped forward.
He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, leaning in close to her ear.
His voice was ambiguous and husky, "There will always be a chance to wear it again."
"What kind of opportunity?" Qin Ruan asked, turning her head.
As she turned, her lips inadvertently met his.
Their lips touched, neither of them moved.
Since Qin Ruan was talking, her lips were slightly parted.
After the initial surprise, she gently closed her lips.
As she did so, she unintentionally touched his sensual yet slightly cool lips.
Qin Ruan could smell a faint woody fragrance.
It was his unique scent. Light but pleasing.
Regaining her senses, Qin Ruan loosened her lips and stepped back.
Huo Yunjiao stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
He curled his lips into a soft smile. "Ruanruan."
His voice, bearing the nasal sound of a sigh, resounded near Qin Ruan's ear.