With that thought, he moved.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Bei Mingyuan stepped inside.
Xin Huohuo hadn't expected this intrusion at all. She jumped, even letting out a small cry of surprise.
In an instant, the once-spacious elevator felt cramped. Bei Mingyuan was too tall, his presence too immense, too overwhelming. Though his face was calm, his eyes burned brightly, fixed upon Xin Huohuo's face. It was like the sudden start of a hunt—the natural aggression of a male toward a female, an unspoken shower of sparks.
"You..." Xin Huohuo only managed to get out a single word.
"A goodnight kiss." Bei Mingyuan cut her off, his voice deep, husky, and intensely alluring. "Your goodnight kiss." Before Xin Huohuo could react, he lowered his head.
This was no simple kiss, and Xin Huohuo was taken aback. Bei Mingyuan was so completely absorbed in it that he left her at a loss.
No hesitation, no testing the waters—just direct, fiery passion.
