An Xiaoyu was embraced in Shen Yufeng's arms.
She was somewhat dazed, gazing blankly at Shen Yufeng, his long eyelashes, straight nose, and gentle eyes.
Looking at Shen Yufeng's smiling brow and eyes, An Xiaoyu suddenly realized that this man who imprisoned her seemed to have already locked her down, leaving her with no escape, and even, he could take her by storm at any moment.
Those previous times, it was all him imposing his will, always catching her off guard. But this time, he was openly demanding a kiss...
An Xiaoyu hesitated.
Passive, active... the meanings were completely different.
But, should she really do as he said?
She stared into Shen Yufeng's eyes, and from his deep gaze, she saw her own reflection, her heart pounding erratically.
Forget it, if I'm going to die, then so be it!
With that thought, An Xiaoyu mustered her courage, tiptoed, and with a touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, she quickly broke away.
