"O-okay?" she stammered, her brain short-circuiting. Is it okay? Is it really? Because I feel like I'm in a fever dream directed by a very confused god.
Before she could process his words, Han Jue leaned in and pulled her upper body into his arms, effectively sandwiching her between the two of them.
Then, he kissed her...deeply, thoroughly, and with a terrifying amount of focus.
Where am I? Who are these people? Su Qinglan thought sarcastically as her mind officially gave up and stopped working. Is this a marriage or a team sport? Do they have a scoreboard? Am I winning or losing right now?
Han Jue pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing over her swollen, wet lips. He watched her with an amused glint in his eyes as she stared up at him, her gaze misty and completely dazed.
He let out a low chuckle. "Lan Lan, you are so shy. Don't you know how other mates do it?"
