Before she could clear her thoughts, his kiss had already descended.
Luo Xiaoqian could no longer think, only heating up in the fervor of his kiss.
The air was completely taken from her, and she almost couldn't breathe.
That kiss, of unknown duration, seemed both brief and as long as an entire world; just when she thought she would suffocate in that kiss, he finally released her lips.
"Wait a minute!"
Luo Xiaoqian started to speak, breathlessly, and immediately noticed her voice was strangely rough and husky, as though it wasn't her voice.
"What's the matter?"
Leng Zimo asked softly, his arms still not releasing her.
"Isn't dating supposed to start with a date?" Luo Xiaoqian asked in his embrace.
Shouldn't male-female interactions start with a date, then holding hands, kissing, and only then reach this step?
"Are you free?"
He whispered into her ear.
"Hm?"
All her hairs stood on end; she shrank back slightly, a bit unclear why he was asking this.