The surrounding air seemed to grow faintly scorching hot. Si Yu's deep green eyes stared at her, never leaving her for an instant, gradually burning with intensity.
Jiang Zheyu sighed softly. She could naturally tell that the man wanted to kiss her.
Looking at Si Yu's handsome face, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek and brow. It was like the softest breeze gracing his skin, yet it carried a searing, cherished quality.
'In truth, Jiang Zheyu didn't feel anything particularly cherished about it. Since I've already accepted the situation, I might as well take the initiative and give him a kiss to curry some favor.'
However, Si Yu felt the young woman's gentle kiss land on his face with exceptional tenderness.
Turning the tables, Si Yu held the back of Jiang Zheyu's head and kissed her.
But to prevent things from getting out of hand, she quickly pushed away Si Yu, who was trying to take things further.
