Even My First Kiss is Still—

Nalan Chunbo got up and moved closer to Wen Shan. When Wen Shan instinctively moved away, he put both hands against the back of the sofa behind Wen Shan, trapping her.

It was a typical sofa kabe-don—she was trapped.

Wen Shan gaped at him, speechless.

Wasn't he sitting like a gentleman there just now?

How had the situation escalated to this?!

"What… What are you doing?" Wen Shan stammered. Although her mind was fuzzy, she tried to duck under Nalan Chunbo's arm and escape.

Before Wen Shan could escape, Nalan Chunbo pulled her wrist and pushed her back against the sofa. This time he moved forward, pressing his body against hers and trapping her completely.

Wen Shan's eyes widened and she swallowed nervously.

Nalan Chunbo shifted his weight to his legs as he knelt down, trying to avoid putting pressure on Wen Shan.