...Please don't kiss me now.
Tang Li blurted out the phrase without thinking, followed by a belated embarrassment, as her palm resting on Song Baiyan's mouth felt the slightly prickly stubble on his chin, her fingers curling slightly, somewhat betraying her current awkwardness.
This awkwardness came from her "wishful thinking" a second ago.
Just like what the Buddhist scriptures say—
The appearances come from the mind.
What's on your mind, that's what you will see.
She thought Song Baiyan was going to kiss her, but it was just her "feeling"; maybe... also because it was the first time a man held her waist like this, as if the hormones in her body rushed to the brain, leading to some kind of mistaken cognition.
In her previous life, even though she married and shared a bed with Han Jifeng for a few years, they did not develop a deeper relationship beyond sharing the bedding.
When she first married Han Jifeng, she had some expectations.
