Sun Jiaming gently let her go. Gu'er's face was completely flushed.
Looking at Gu'er, a warmth surged through Sun Jiaming. She was so lovely, like a ripe apple begging to be bitten. How could he possibly restrain himself? He gently wrapped an arm around her, pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her on the lips.
Gu'er's eyes flew open. Her mind went blank—she couldn't think at all. She had always trusted Sun Jiaming. She'd assumed that before they were married, the most he would do was hold her hand, or maybe hug her at most. She never expected that he would actually kiss her today.
'He's kissing me.' His lips, pressed against hers, were scalding hot. But strangely, she didn't seem to hate the feeling. Sun Jiaming's mouth wasn't foul-smelling like Zhang Da's, which had always been unbearable to her.
