He gave her a small peck on her lips and went to the washroom. Lin Xiaojuan was blushing so much that it seemed like blood could drip off her face. She escaped into the kitchen in an attempt to engage in some activity that would divert her attention.
She rarely had any experience with kissing, and she could not help but think of the very little intimacy she ever had with Yan Jianming. She felt that this was heaven and hell. She used to despise such intimate actions.
Now that it was another person, she was moved by the behavior.
She found it hard to calm down the entire night.
What Jing Yun? What substitute? She stopped letting those thoughts occupy her mind.