That tug proved disastrous. Perhaps because she had used too much force, not only did she fail to pull her hand free, but her own momentum sent her tumbling into Jiang Hao's arms.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Warm, fragrant softness filled his arms, their bodies pressed together without the slightest gap. He lowered his head to look at the woman, lovely as a lotus rising from the water. Her wet silver hair clung to her face, droplets slowly rolling down her delicate skin. Her long lashes fluttered, and her violet eyes were as still and secluded as deep pools.
Below those beautiful eyes lay a pert nose, translucent as crystal. Finally, his gaze settled on those tempting red lips. Jiang Hao swallowed and instinctively held her tighter.
Then, unable to help himself, he kissed her.
It was his first kiss-or rather, it was the first kiss for both of them.
Jiang Hao clumsily caught her lower lip between his own, and then he and Han Qing simply stared wide-eyed at each other.
A blush slowly crept up her cheeks, and only then did she gradually come to her senses. This was her first time being so intimate with a man. Although they were betrothed, her feminine reserve reminded her that she could not let this continue, or she would be playing with fire!
So she used her other hand to push Jiang Hao away.
The moment she placed it against his broad, solid chest, she felt a powerful heartbeat through her palm!
"Aren't you going to let me go?"
Her faint, elegant fragrance and murmured, petulant reproach were like flirtatious banter between lovers, leaving Jiang Hao unable to stop even if he wanted to. He was, after all, a hot-blooded young man. How could he withstand