The momentum of her earlier accusation vanished in an instant, like a balloon pricked by a needle. All that remained was pure astonishment and the chaotic thumping of a heart robbed of its breath and voice.
This kiss was far too swift, completely different from the first.
Shen Yuan's intrusion was brief and forceful, instantly sweeping away her lingering frustration and sense of being wronged, leaving a suffocating void in their place.
Li Zhi's arm, which had been raised mid-air, fell limply, her fingers weakly clutching the hem of his sweater.
Her legs, which had been holding her steady as she tried to pull away, gave out. Her whole body went limp and sagged downward, as if her bones had been removed.
Only Shen Yuan's strong arm caught her, locking her deeper into his embrace.
The girl's faint whimper was completely silenced, turning into broken, scorching breaths.
