Jih Heng couldn't help but lean in a bit closer, tilting his head as he took a detailed look at her. His gaze was sharp yet tender, the kind that could drown even the lucid of hearts. He said, "You're lying."
Jiang Li looked up at him, "How could I be?"
"I know why you don't want to marry Yin Zhili," he said in a low and mellow voice that tingled through one's heart, paralyzing like an acupoint had been hit, leaving one no choice but to watch him draw near with his captivating smile, he said, "I've known for a long time that you like me."
With a "boom," as if something exploded inside Jiang Li's head. In her panic, her instinct was to deny it, "No, I don't..."
The next moment, her lips were sealed by his.
The young man's face was up close, Jiang Li's eyes widened in shock, she could see even his eyelashes clearly. His lips were soft and warm, lingering between her lips and teeth. He supported her head with one hand, pulling her towards him to deepen the kiss.
