For one suspended second after the kiss ended, Zi Han simply stared at Ming Ye as though her mind had not yet caught up with what had happened. Then reality crashed in, and a cold wave of panic rushed through her.
Her hands flew to his chest and she pushed him back hard.
Ming Ye took a half step backward, more from surprise than force, while Zi Han
sat frozen, breathing unevenly, one hand unconsciously lifting toward her lips.
Her face burned.
What had just happened?
And worse, why had she not moved sooner?
A wave of self-reproach rushed through her.
She lowered her hand and looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief and anger mingled together.
"Ming Ye!" she hissed, her voice trembling. "What is wrong with you? What you just did... it was wrong!"
Ming Ye, however, did not look ashamed. His breath was ragged, his eyes dark with a fire she couldn't extinguish. If anything, he looked like he was satisfied with himself.
