"What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"
Leng Yan asked gently, freeing one hand to rub her brow, "Does this feel a lot better?"
Wen Nuan stiffened.
"Len... mmm~"
She wanted to dodge, but he sealed her lips with his.
His kiss was swift, yet it was not forceful at all; it was as delicate and light as a feather, yet it could drown someone in its embrace. His peach blossom eyes shimmered with tenderness, making her somewhat unable to extricate herself.
This was the man she loved the most; every time he was gentle, it would always cause her to have some reservations, but she would still be beguiled.
Especially just now on the stage, seeing him almost kiss Ji Wei, she realized how much she longed for his kiss. She was so afraid he would kiss Ji Wei, she even thought how nice it would be if the woman on stage had been her.
