His unique scent suddenly approached, leaving Su Wanxin unable to react immediately. His slightly warm lips pressed against hers without any warning.
Exclamations of surprise and joy erupted around them, mingled with whistles and applause, followed by blinding flashes from magnesium lights.
Su Wanxin was tightly embraced by him, unable to move. She was not unaccustomed to such public spectacles, yet she couldn't resist his overture.
Her legs weakened, leaning against his chest. The only thing she could do was wait for him to release her.
Time slowly passed, and when Fu Shihan lifted his head, Su Wanxin's face was already flushed, her breathing rapid.
He looked down at her slightly angry but shy expression, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably, unable to hide his happiness as he continued the words he hadn't finished earlier, whispering in her ear.
