"Don't just hold it, drink up." He Jingyao softly instructed.
Zhixi murmured an "oh," hastily lifting the cup to her lips.
He Jingyao reached out to stop her, a hint of amused resignation in his voice, "Don't rush, be careful not to get burned."
Zhixi gave an awkward smile, blowing on the hot water before taking small sips.
After drinking almost enough, she placed the cup on the coffee table and looked up, directly meeting the man's deep, dark eyes, which seemed to hold the most tender and enduring affection.
Her breath hitched as she stared at him in a daze, feeling as if something had thumped her heavily in the chest.
He Jingyao gave a slight smile, leaning in to seal her lips.
Zhixi felt as if she had lost all ability to resist, blankly watching his eyes and brows so near.
The man quickly and thoroughly invaded, sweeping through her mouth entirely.
She belatedly pushed him away, her face flushed, eyes flickering, almost at a loss.
