Her mouth ran dry and she had to swallow more than once as she stared at him. He continued to bring their bodies closely together, so much so that her breasts were pressing against his chest, but he didn't make any additional moves.
She had a feeling if she shoved him aside, he would have let her go. He would not have any hard feelings - he wouldn't claim she was leading him on and get angry. If he mentioned it again, he would instead make a joke about it, with no hard feelings.
Xue Ning wouldn't be called all sorts of names for refusing.
Ironically, that's what made her nod in agreement. Jingwei respected her opinions and her decisions. He wouldn't hurt her.
And objectively speaking, it was just one kiss. How good could he be at kissing? It wasn't as though he had two tongues. She rationalised to herself. It wasn't as though she was sleeping with him.