Zhou Qi's body stiffened suddenly. He lowered his head abruptly while lifting Xiao Rou's chin to kiss her deeply.
They were already sitting on the bed, so Zhou Qi naturally leaned over, completely pressing Xiao Rou beneath him.
This position was both ambiguous and dangerous.
Although Xiao Rou was certain she liked Zhou Qi and had known him for many years, knowing him was one thing; if she were to count the time they had been together as a couple, it hadn't been very long.
Xiao Rou was never someone who could accept sudden, whirlwind romances, and she had never thought about taking things further with Zhou Qi right now.
However, in this ambiguous and dangerous position, Xiao Rou didn't feel afraid at all.
Perhaps it's because she believed Zhou Qi wouldn't go too far with her, or maybe she trusted that even if he did, he wouldn't abandon her afterwards.
No matter the reason, Xiao Rou felt very reassured.
