Ning Tian's breathing grew quick and shallow. A hint of panic flickered in her gaze as she looked at Mo Yuan, though she couldn't hide the anticipation in her eyes.
Their lips met. Mo Yuan was caught off guard by Ning Tian's sudden move, but he quickly recovered and didn't push her away.
Ning Tian's lips were softer than he'd imagined, with a trace of sweetness. Their breaths mingled, and warm air filled the space between them.
She was an awkward kisser, as if all she knew was how to ask for more. Mo Yuan could clearly see her flushed cheeks and trembling lashes.
His gaze, too, grew hotter under the girl's inexperienced yet bold teasing.
Time seemed to stand still. Everything around them blurred until all that remained was the sound of their breathing and beating hearts.
At last, when Ning Tian was nearly out of breath, they slowly parted. They rested their foreheads against each other. Ning Tian's breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed an enticing red, and her eyes shimmered with a dazed light.
Ning Tian gazed into Mo Yuan's eyes for a long while, her own filled with affection. Just as she was about to continue, she suddenly felt a little pain in two places on her body...
"Mm..."
Ning Tian's brows drew together slightly. Her gaze turned playful, and her voice was a little hoarse.
"You..."
"Ahem."
Mo Yuan coughed awkwardly twice and slowly withdrew his hands from Ning Tian.
Everyone knew what happened: at a moment like this, a guy's hands weren't under his brain's control...
Just then, Electrolux, who had watched the whole thing from the Sea of Consciousness, couldn't help coughing.
"Ahem. Mo, I don't think the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife is all that urgent after all. I can wait. Your business