Even more outrageous, the corner of her eyes held a tiny tear, as if he had kissed her to tears.
Her hands, clutching his hoodie, tensed inexplicably as their kiss ended, gripping tighter and tighter.
This was her rising sense of shame.
Jieyu couldn't keep her eyes closed forever, and she didn't know that this boy had always been waiting for her to open them.
Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds...
Her eyes, filled with complex emotions, slowly opened, and she immediately realized that he had been looking down at her.
Their eyes met, tangling in midair.
She felt somewhat at a loss, unsure how to face him next.
However, before she could react, she didn't need to.
Because her slightly parted lips were sealed once again.
And miraculously, with the brief "intermission" and the exchange of looks, her feeling of the kiss this time seemed somewhat different from before.
The first was conquest, the second was acceptance.
