Nan Sichen only thought that her lips were so sweet, a taste he could recall countless times in the middle of the night.
He kissed her with even more force, his hand tightly embracing her body, his cool fingers sliding gently over the thin fabric on her back, trailing down her spine.
Qin Yin trembled all over; it had been so long since she had been this intimate with a man.
She struggled to calm herself, trying to think about how she should react, and finally, she managed to react—pushing Nan Sichen away abruptly.
She stared at him in a daze.
Nan Sichen's eyes were initially a bit hazy, but in just a moment, they returned to their usual depth.
He spoke lightly, "The car earlier was Nianzhi's gift; this one is yours."
"A g-gift?" Qin Yin's eyes widened, "You, you're so shameless!"
A kiss could be considered a gift? Didn't he even ask if she wanted to receive it?
