Anning's pov.
Did I forget to mention Wanqing tasted like lemon's? Wait, not the sour ones but the type that are really sweet but still tangy.
The moment she broke the kiss, the room went completely silent.
For a moment, I forgot about the catastrophe that had just happened, my situation, my ruined hair, and the fact that I was sitting beside the most troublesome woman in the entire territory. (I can't call it a country, right?)
All I could think about was the warmth and softness of her lips.
I stared at Wanqing, taking in deep breaths. She didn't look better than I was feeling. Her eyes remained fixed on my lips, but there was this weird look in her eyes that I had never seen before. Today had been completely weird, at this point, I might even be seeing things.
I should've given her a slap or something to remind her I was just a slave. Instead, I found myself wondering if she was going to do more than just a mere kiss.
