The lips were pecked with a kiss.
Seeing that she didn't object, Jiang Zhixun leaned closer to Shen Qingqing's ear and whispered, "Stamped. From today on, I'm yours."
And he didn't forget to add, "No take-backs!"
A shallow kiss.
Brief and fleeting.
Yet a distinct sensation lingered on Shen Qingqing's lips, refusing to fade.
Her heartbeat quickened, and it felt like a surge of electricity coursed through her body, making her limbs a bit weak.
Shen Qingqing couldn't help but wonder if she was getting older, having physical needs.
Otherwise, how could a kiss have such a strong effect?
She stared at Jiang Zhixun's lips.
Not too thin, not too thick, and they looked a bit sexy.
Except for the day they met after his return, Shen Qingqing hadn't seen Jiang Zhixun smoke since then.
He doesn't drink alcohol.
His breath is very clean, very refreshing.
Shen Qingqing found that she wasn't repulsed by Jiang Zhixun's kiss.
She even thought it tasted nice.
