In the confined space, Lu Qingyan's scent of fresh snow cedar became even more potent.
Jiang Nanshu appeared calm on the surface, but was actually very nervous, her palms sweating.
If Lu Qingyan took the initiative to kiss her, it would mean he had reserved a spot for her in his heart. As long as she was present, filling his heart and eyes with her couldn't be that difficult.
Lu Qingyan's eyes were cool and clear as he slowly lowered his head.
Jiang Nanshu nervously closed her eyes.
The warm breath, however, paused at her ear, making her bare skin tremble with the sensation.
"Nannan, lipstick will smear. Let's kiss another time," his deep voice lightly rang out.
His large hand trailed down Jiang Nanshu's hair, gliding over her delicate collarbone before finally resting on her waist: "The concert is about to start; Jiashu is waiting for us downstairs."
Just like that, Jiang Nanshu was bewilderedly led away by him.
