Jiang Jingheng's expression was slightly dazed, his gaze falling on the woman in his arms.
She closed her eyes, awkwardly kissing his lips, as if it were an unconscious action.
Her lips were soft, carrying a faint scent of alcohol, reminiscent of that night.
His gaze dimmed slightly; that night, she seemed like an elf who had stumbled into the mortal world, beckoning him with a flick of her finger to bow down to her.
Song Cheng'an witnessed this scene, his jaw nearly dropping in shock.
Holy cow, what did he just see? His eyes must be deceiving him.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, the ever-arrogant Mr. Jiang had his day of being forcibly kissed.
Mu Yan kissed for a while, then suddenly frowned, mumbling, "Don't want to kiss you."
Her body was soft, slumping against Jiang Jingheng's chest.
Jiang Jingheng looked at her slightly pursed, pink lips, and his light brown eyes turned deep, directly scooping her up in his arms.
