Red and white, every sight that met the eye was seductively colorful.
He had been exercising lately, no exaggerated muscles, but the shirt clung to his body, outlining some definition, and every move was tantalizing.
"The things you said today... Does that mean you might like me a little?"
Jiang Jinsang was not a coy man, typically very straightforward, but when it came to Tang Wan, he dared not to speak with absolute certainty.
Tang Wan bit her lip, yet she remained silent.
Before falling in love, everyone thinks they're bold enough to love and hate, but when they actually meet someone they like, they often say one thing and mean another, yet they hope the other person will notice.
"My head hurts a little." Jiang Jinsang's forehead was pressed against hers, his breathing now close enough that a slight lean from either of them could bring their lips together.
