Su Yu's lips gently fell onto Han Jing's lips, a sudden surge of emotion stirred within Han Jing. She never realized that such a simple closeness could evoke such intense feelings; she felt as though she was captivated, both confused and eager.
Han Jing involuntarily closed her eyes, following her heart's desire, entwining her arms around Su Yu's neck. Their breaths mingled, her heartbeat pounding like a drum, intense and anxious. She felt her outer garments sliding down bit by bit, the air she breathed was permeated entirely with his familiar scent.
Yet at that moment, just as she was about to be engulfed by the tide of emotions, Su Yu suddenly paused, kissed her forehead, and softly said, "I'm sorry."
Han Jing…
The warmth on Han Jing's body had yet to dissipate, leaving her slightly dumbfounded. Was he… not going to continue?
Damn it!
He had left her teased and bewildered, and now he stopped?
A flood of frustrations surged through Han Jing's mind—
