The stormy kiss stole all the oxygen from Lu Mian.
Just before she became unable to fend it off and let out a whine, she used the last of her strength to push Xiao Qimo away.
Clutching her chest, she gasped for air in deep, ragged breaths.
The tender affection at the bottom of her eyes still carried a hint of resentment, as if blaming him for throwing her into such disarray, her heart racing excessively.
Lu Mian concluded, Xiao Qimo was a seductive demon who could steal away her soul!
Pushed away, Xiao · Demon · Qimo lightly traced his own lips with his fingertips, his deep gaze resting on the girl's blushing face. With one hand tucked into his pocket, his breathing turned heavy.
He stared at her, and amidst his hot breath, the man's deep voice slowly began to speak.
"I think..." he paused mid-sentence, "you."
Lu Mian focused on the shape his mouth made during the pause, her pupils shrank, and her breath hitched.
Her heart trembled violently.
