"Wanwan."
Mu Shaochen couldn't refuse Qin Wan.
His large palm caressed the back of her head uncontrollably at her seduction.
He kissed her back, reversing their roles.
The night breeze carried hints of ambiguity, and the soft moan of "mm" from the woman heated the already sultry air.
Her other arm wrapped around his neck, kissing him passionately and tenderly.
Just as Qin Wan thought of something and her hand moved from his neck towards his waist,
it was abruptly caught by Mu Shaochen.
The kiss stopped at the same time.
His deep eyes were filled with apology and desolation.
Qin Wan's heart ached at the sight.
The previously ambiguous atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Wanwan."
Mu Shaochen pushed Qin Wan's hand away, but she caught it again.
Streetlights illuminated her delicate little face, determination in her eyes and brows, "Are you going to leave again?"
"Wanwan, I came because I was worried you sleeping with wet hair would be bad for your health,"