Han Xue's face, so close at hand, was gradually turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She seemed to be in a daze, as if she hadn't realized what Zhang Xiaowei had said.
When Zhang Xiaowei's face gradually moved closer, Han Xue suddenly snapped awake and quickly turned her face to the side, shyly exclaiming.
"No."
Seeing her shy expression, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't help but laugh.
Anyway, after the brief intimate contact, Han Xue was no longer as resistant to him as she was at the beginning.
Faced with such situations, she only verbally refused, without any physical resistance.
Zhang Xiaowei naturally didn't push his luck, continuing to hold Han Xue in his arms without making any more moves.
The kissing scene on the TV had already passed, and the two once again fell into silence.
It wasn't until they finished watching the movie that Zhang Xiaowei finally let go of Han Xue.
"I think my short sleeves are dry by now, so I should probably be heading back."
