Why are you crying?

Ying Yue wasn't in the right mind anymore; she felt like her head was floating and the taste of him sent a swirl of desire deep down to the pit of her abdomen. The delicate hands that were pushing against Fei Huangjin's chest just a moment ago had now balled into fists with his suit collar trapped in them.

She pulled him in even closer and he responded by drawing her head into a deeper kiss.

Finally, after a while, he released her.

The sudden loss of contact broke the spell on Ying Yue and drew her back to reality as she flushed a deep shade of red. Her previously pale pink lips were now moist, slightly swollen, and filled with color, as lush as a freshly-picked cherry after the rain. With his hands on his hips, Fei Huangjin couldn't help but stare at them with pride, knowing that he was the reason for them looking that way.

"So," his voice was still hoarse with desire and he cleared his throat with an unreadable expression on his face. "Still think I'm not interested in women?"

Ying Yue was leaning with her back on the door, her head tilted down as she panted for air. Her chest was heaving up and down as she struggled to control her breathing.

Fei Huangjin eyed her with a frown and held up his wrist to glance briefly at his watch. If his estimate was right, they only kissed for less than two minutes. A question bubbled in his mind and he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you know how to breath during a kiss?"

The woman didn't answer him, and he stepped in front of her as his mood dropped again to the icy depths of hell.

More so, the atmosphere dropped down several degrees colder as Ying Yue pushed him away, keeping her head down since her eyes were hot and her hands were shaking. She turned away from Fei Huangjin to search for the nearest washroom. She needed time to get a hold of herself.

Before she could go further, a hand shot out to her arm, pulling her back, and she couldn't stop herself from lifting her head to stare at the frosty glare of Fei Huangjin.

The words on the tip of his tongue became forgotten as he saw the state that she was in, and his eyes widened in confusion. Ying Yue's eyes were glistening with tears, and if she blinked anytime now, the clear liquid would flow down her cheeks like the melting wax of a candle.

He was suddenly drawn to a distant memory of Fei Haocheng telling him that when a teardrop falls from a woman, he would lose all sense of right and wrong, as if his entirety relied on an hourglass that either turned to panic and distress or filling up on hatred for one's self.

At that moment, Fei Huangjin felt a slight panic as he wondered how he made her cry. "Why are you crying?"

Ying Yue grimaced and a bitter smile flashed briefly on her face. "I'll be fine. I just need to go to the washroom."

"Tell me. Why are you crying?"

He didn't let go of her, and his grip on her arm tightened until she winced slightly in pain.

"Because you're an asshole. And that was my first kiss, you idiot," she scolded him.

Fei Huangjin was briefly stunned when he heard her reply, and during that period of time when he was rendered frozen, Ying Yue used the opportunity to get away from him. She found the washroom a turn away from the living room and locked herself inside. She didn't have time to observe the splendid interiors and quickly sat on top of the toilet bowl to calm herself down as she felt her entire body turn to jelly.

A tear escaped from one eye and she hurriedly picked up a wad of tissue paper to blot her eyes with it. After a while, her movements halted.

So that was the feeling of being kissed by a man? And not just any man -- it was Fei Huangjin.

It felt like she was floating on air with tingles all over her body.

As she covered her face with both hands, she couldn't help but replay the incident in her mind. Her face started flushing red again, especially since the taste of Fei Huangjin was still lingering in her mouth.

The more she thought about it, the less was her fury to Fei Huangjin for kissing her just to prove he was a man, and the more she was embarrassed and outraged with herself for responding to him.

She couldn't be mad at the man when she also pulled him in and mindlessly kissed him back, right?

Ying Yue tapped her cheeks with both hands several times as she struggled to maintain her composure. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, Ying Yue. How could you let yourself go like that?