The sudden kiss startled Yan Xinxin, causing her to reflexively let out a small cry and take a step back.
Just as she was about to bump against the railing behind her, Mo Chuxi's arm quickly circled around her slender waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace, preventing her frail back from hitting the cold, hard metal.
There was a lingering scent of orchid in his chest, intoxicatingly enveloping her senses as it tickled her nose.
Yan Xinxin's body trembled slightly, and she hurriedly reached out to push the man holding her away.
As the warmth retreated, Mo Chuxi inexplicably felt a strange emptiness in his palm.
"Uh, you—you kissed me again? What was that for?"
Yan Xinxin touched her cheek where she'd been kissed, her small face flushed faintly pink under the starlight and moonlight.
Mo Chuxi curled his seductive lips slightly and turned away indifferently.
"I kissed you. Do I need your permission first?"
"..."
What the hell (‵o′)凸
This devil!
