It was dizzying. Overwhelming.
Sheng Yin could barely breathe, barely think.
He was everywhere.
Her knees felt weak. If he wasn't holding her, she might have collapsed.
Finally, when she thought she might pass out from lack of air, Yu Shuchang pulled back just slightly, their lips still brushing.
His forehead rested against hers, his breath warm and uneven.
"See?" he whispered, his voice husky. "You didn't have to hold back. I am all yours."
Sheng Yin's face burned. Her mind was blank.
She had kissed him.
No—he had kissed her.
And worst of all…
She liked it.
Sheng Yin's breath was shaky. Her heart was still racing, but now, her mind was screaming at her even louder.
No! She couldn't let herself fall for him again.
In her past life, she had loved him. She had waited, hoping, thinking that maybe… just maybe, he would look at her the same way.
But he never did.
Back then, Yu Shuchang had been cold. Distant. He only treated her as a responsibility, nothing more.
