In his eyes, her image was clearly reflected, her face flushed, carrying a hint of demure shyness.
Is this still her?
She inched closer to the reflected shadow in his eyes, wanting to delve deeper to determine whether it was truly her.
Unconsciously, her lips met his, a sensation she had never experienced before, electrified by taking the initiative.
His lips felt good—soft like jelly, with a faint scent of vanilla, a fragrance exclusive to him.
Breathing so openly and intermingling without barriers for the first time, Di Jinxuan felt somewhat bewildered, yet her heart pounded rapidly.
Was this the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss a man? Was it him?
The man shrouded with an aura of darkness.
A scent that belonged only to him…
Di Jinxuan gently closed her eyelids, her curled lashes trembling slightly beyond her control.
