Early the next morning, after Jiang Xingye washed up, he came over. Their eyes met, and their cheeks heated up, naturally reminded of last night's passionate encounter, both shy yet longing.
In her previous life, Xu Qinghuan's age was greater than Jiang Xingye's current age, but she had never dated a boy before, never even held someone's hand. Not even in her dreams would such a thing as yesterday have happened.
But men are truly gifted in this area. It was Jiang Xingye's first time too; initially, he was quite nervous. When kissing, his hands ventured in cautiously. After testing that never-before-touched territory, he became instantly proficient, his restraint turned wild.
His gaze lingered for a moment on Xu Qinghuan's chest before quickly withdrawing, but Xu Qinghuan still caught it. She glared at him, her face flushed with anger, and saw that his ears were red all the way to his neck.
