Ever since that day at the hospital, after Ren Feng forcefully kissed Xia Wenxue, the atmosphere between the two of them has been somewhat different.
They both could feel it, so naturally, Ren Feng wanted to strike while the iron was hot, while Xia Wenxue felt quite hesitant and conflicted inside.
Ren Feng had saved her, but she still wasn't sure what her feelings towards Ren Feng were. Could that feeling really be love?
Xia Wenxue felt a bit lost; she had never been in love. For many years, she had only one goal in mind, and if this goal wasn't achieved, she had no mood for love.
"Xue'xue, what's wrong?" Ren Feng noticed Xia Wenxue's distraction, his tone became extremely gentle and his hands started to massage her shoulders.
"It's nothing." Xia Wenxue shook her head.
"So, Xue'xue, how do you feel about my proposal? Tonight, I'm coming to your bed." Ren Feng chuckled.
Thinking about Xia Wenxue's graceful body, Ren Feng felt particularly excited.
