"It's because you two are always inseparable. I wanted to praise you, but it just felt inappropriate!"
"That's your problem. What's it got to do with me..."
Jin Meiyan grumbled under her breath, not happy. Before she could finish, Lin Chen kissed her again. Instantly, she grew shy and her little fists began to rain down on him.
Her demure, feminine demeanor made Lin Chen's heart race. He wished he could kiss her senseless, but the sound of a construction vehicle in the distance reminded him it was heading their way. The timing was off.
Erica's bold, proactive personality was certainly refreshing and exciting. But as an Asian man, Jin Meiyan's typically demure nature and the captivating femininity she exuded was what truly suited his tastes.
This shy, adorable demeanor could fully ignite a man's deep-seated desire to both protect and conquer—a unique characteristic of Asian women.
He wasn't in a hurry. He smiled, loosened his grip, and let Jin Meiyan escape from his embrace.
