Outside the window, birds chirped on the branches.
Jiang Qingli was spun around, her waist held fast against the kitchen counter. At the same time, her chin was lifted, forcing her lips apart to accept his kiss.
She was already quite used to Ye Linyuan's sudden attacks.
She closed her eyes, waiting for him to stir that familiar sense of pleasure within her.
But this time, Ye Linyuan's kiss was much lighter than usual—one could even call it gentle.
At the same time, Jiang Qingli felt an intense gaze upon her.
When Jiang Qingli opened her eyes, Ye Linyuan stopped and lowered his head. She found herself staring into a pair of golden, vertical pupils fixed intently on her.
Instead of pleasure, Ye Linyuan's eyes held a hint of anxiety she had never seen before.
It was as if he was desperate to confirm something in her eyes.
Jiang Qingli blinked in confusion, wondering what she had done to upset him.
