Her lips, moist like cherries, parted slightly, releasing a breath as delicate as that of an orchid, seemingly extending an invitation.
Lu Hualiang half-closed his eyes, staring at her face.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Xia Weibao suddenly snapped back to her senses, turning her face away abruptly.
His lips brushed past the corner of hers.
Xia Weibao stood up in a bit of panic, "I'm tired, I'll take a bath and go to sleep first."
Then she hurried upstairs.
Watching her flee in disarray, Lu Hualiang's face grew darker and darker.
She was resisting him,
He could feel it, she had him in her heart, and she'd just been moved, but at the last moment, she still ran away.
And at the moment she stood up in panic, he could feel her repulsion.
Why was this happening, what secret was hidden in her heart? Clearly, she had him in her heart, yet she always refused to take that step!
