The lips are soft, warm.
The soft and sweet touch caught Ya Tianxing off guard for a moment, but his heart softened, as if immersed in warm water, willingly sinking, even if it was bottomless.
It's something one could drown in.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, Mo Shangjun abruptly opened her eyes, a momentary flash of amazement in her long, beautiful phoenix eyes. As if sensing her gaze, Ya Tianxing opened his eyes in the next second.
Their eyes met.
Their lips remained pressed.
They lingered without moving.
After a while, Mo Shangjun tightened her grip on his collar, her fingers turning white at the knuckles, the amazement fading, leaving only coldness and anger.
She pushed him away a little, and cursed angrily, "Damn, you haven't lost your memory, have you?!"
Not having pushed her away...
