Lu Jun froze for a moment at the sudden, utterly unanticipated kiss.
The soft, slightly cool touch on his lips, carrying a faint salty dampness from tears, felt so real and unfamiliar.
He could clearly feel the fierce pounding of the girl's heart in his arms, as well as the faint tickle of her lashes brushing against his skin as she kept her eyes tightly shut.
Yet his brief shock lasted only a moment.
Faced with Wu Sidu's bold action, which had cast aside all restraint in an instinctive eruption of emotion, Lu Jun quickly followed his truest feelings and gave her his answer.
He was no longer passively receiving it. He turned passivity into initiative.
The hand that had been gently patting her back suddenly tightened, pulling Wu Sidu's bonelessly soft body closer into his embrace. His other hand firmly wrapped around her slender, soft, supple waist, holding her securely against him.
His response was no longer soothing. With an irresistible, intensely aggressive passion, he instantly seized the initiative and deepened the kiss she had begun.
He was no longer a gentle protector, but a domineering predator.
He held her tightly, his arms so forceful that it seemed as though he truly wanted to crush the warm, soft body in his embrace and meld her into his flesh and blood, never to be separated again.
Wu Sidu's kiss had initially been tentative and unpracticed, like a newly blossoming bud—passionate, yet somewhat flustered.
Lu Jun's response, however, was a wildfire, domineering and blazing, instantly engulfing all her senses.
Rather than frightening her, that powerful, direct aggression filled, enveloped, and occupied her heart—lost and anxious from losing her home and lacking any sense of security—in an even more overwhelming way.
An unprecedented sense of solidity, of being completely wanted and possessed,