After being comforted for a while, Qi Xiaoqi's mood improved slightly, and he leaned back against the sofa.
He raised a hand to Xu Shengxia's face. His thumb stroked back and forth over her red lips, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
Afraid he might start crying again, Xu Shengxia didn't dare stop him, letting his thumb trace over her lips.
But after a while, the constant friction started to hurt. Her lips felt particularly tender today.
It was a sharp, stinging sensation, as if she had a tiny cut.
To escape the discomfort, Xu Shengxia pulled his hand away and straddled his lap.
Qi Xiaoqi's hands instinctively shot to her slim waist, steadying her so she wouldn't fall.
At the same time... Xu Shengxia felt a distinct change in the man beneath her.
Seeing his strong reaction, and remembering how he had been stroking her lips, Xu Shengxia misunderstood. She thought he wanted her to kiss him as a way of comforting him.
