The woman's hand directly held his fingers, and he could feel the warmth coming from them, as well as the smoothness of her fingers, which felt very comfortable, unlike his own hands with calluses.
He heard her soft, melodious voice by his ear, and Lu Jingchen suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with disbelief and surprise, but even more with excitement.
After a long pause, he parted his thin lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Qiaoqiao, do you really want this..."
Song Qiao didn't directly respond to his doubts and questions. Instead, she stepped forward, stood in front of Lu Jingchen, and on tiptoe, used her lips to stop his thin lips.
The softness from his thin lips, along with the feminine scent from her body that he could smell between breaths, made Lu Jingchen's body suddenly stiffen, and his deep eyes reflected the image of the woman.
