~ Author's POV here!
It was the Eve of the Debut that would be happening tomorrow.
Mo Yichen held Mo Yi pinned against her black motorcycle, his hand cupping her jaw, his kiss was deep, passionate, and possessive, as if he was staking his claim in the twilight of the sleeping dragon gardens.
He poured all his frustration from her rebellion of bringing out the bike into the act. Last time, he couldn't scold her, and this time, he decided to use this kiss to leave a mark.
Mo Yi, caught off guard and still buzzing from Yichen riding the bike, felt her knees go weak. Her hands, which had reached up to push him away, ended up clutching the lapels of his casual leather jacket instead.
Seeing him in such glaring clothes, like he was a bad boy, made her heart race all of a sudden.
Standing ten feet away, Qiao Mei was mortified. She quickly turned her back to the scene, her face burning crimson as she pretended to be fascinated by the intricate carving on a nearby wooden pavilion.
