Mu Yuhaan smiled tenderly, stroking Mian's cheeks with his thumbs. Her first kiss, these words brought a surge of warmth in his heart. "Your OCD didn't act up, babe." He touched on the unspoken key factor, with a smile on his face that was akin to the first wave of spring's breeze—subtle, gentle yet most refreshing.
He knew, besides focusing on her dream, OCD was the another reason why Mian never got into any relationship ever.
Mian blinked once, finding truth in Mu Yuhaan's words. She digested the information thoroughly, concentrated on herself for a full minute, yet the end result came out, she wasn't nauseated to say the least!
For hygienic reasons, Mian never liked French Kiss. The idea of saliva exchanging alone revolted her whole life. However, the astonishing fact was, Mu Yuhaan just now made her swallow his saliva yet she was far away from being grossed out! In fact, she liked every bit of the kiss.