Zhu Yu pulled Ning Xiang toward him, one slender, jade-like hand clasping the back of her neck while the other held her supple waist gently, yet with a strength that left her no room to retreat.
Ning Xiang had no idea what he was doing.
Zhu Yu lowered his head and pressed the lightest, softest kiss to the corner of her lips.
Under the moonlit sky, the faint fragrance of wood hibiscus filled the air, but none of it could compare to Zhu Yu's scent enveloping her.
Ning Xiang froze. With a boom, her mind exploded.
Zhu Yu gazed at Ning Xiang, tightened his arms around her, and pressed his lips to hers again, deepening the kiss.
A long while later, Zhu Yu gently stroked the back of Ning Xiang's neck and rested his forehead against hers. His voice was husky. "Still not breathing? Trying to suffocate yourself?"
Ning Xiang flushed to the tips of her ears and asked in mortification, "Why are you teasing me?"
Zhu Yu: "?"
How could any woman in the world be so oblivious to romance?
Burning with embarrassment and anger, Ning Xiang stomped hard on Zhu Yu's foot, turned, and fled in utter disarray, only to see someone standing not far away...
Lu Qingchen.
Ning Xiang had no idea how she got back to Cloud-Piercing Garden.
Mu Fang'ai felt that something was very wrong with her daughter.
Her cheeks were crimson, and her gaze kept darting away.
Relying on her parental instincts, Mu Fang'ai felt certain that her daughter was in love!
Mu Fang'ai was thrilled. Soon, she would have a little grandchild to hold!
Then she shot her husband a disdainful glance. If Ning Pingzhang found out, he would definitely shout it from the rooftops. Young women were thin-skinned; she mustn't let