Confusion
Editor: Atlas Studios
Caught off guard, Mu Yangling was pressed under him and almost threw him out. Fortunately, she knew that Qi Haoran was just playing with her, so she only widened her eyes at him.
However, Qi Haoran's mouth turned dry from Mu Yangling's gaze. His round nose, pink lips, and fair face looked a little rosy from his fall. His figure was reflected in her widened eyes. Qi Haoran's gaze involuntarily landed on her lips and gently planted a kiss before he realized it…
It was even softer than her face…
Qi Haoran's limbs were a little weak, and he didn't know what to do next. Mu Yangling was originally holding her breath and waiting for him to continue, but Qi Haoran only pressed his lips against hers but didn't go further nor get up. Mu Yangling let out an exhale…
His breath landed on Qi Haoran's neck. Unlike the breeze, it was warm and lingering. Qi Haoran couldn't hold on and fell directly on Mu Yangling, but this made him feel even more thirsty.