Jin Zijin's expression darkened, and he lowered his head, then reached out to lift her delicate chin.
"Especially... beautiful!" His voice was hoarse, laced with a hint of ambiguity.
The atmosphere between the two shifted in an instant.
She retracted her smile and her throat moved slightly in nervousness as she took a step backward.
He caught this subtle detail, his eyes darkening further.
"Weren't you quite capable before? Why are you scared now?"
Gu Youyou's mouth twitched as if she wanted to slap away his mood-killing words.
"Scared of who? I've prepared silver needles, in case you can't handle it, I could just... mmm..."
Jin Zijin kissed her fiercely on the lips, finding her mouth cuter when it wasn't talking.
The infuriating words she could have said were swallowed back down, and a muffled sound of resistance emanated from her mouth.
It was as if an aphrodisiac swiftly fermented between them, he gently sucked on her lips, slowly easing the pressure.
