070: A Kiss-Induced Sickness

She jerked back, but her foot got caught on the sofa leg, and she stumbled before landing flat on her rear on the floor.

Then—

With her cheeks sporting two patches of "highland red," her mouth slightly open and her gaze vacant, her kissed hand remained motionless, held aloft as if frozen.

Adorable overload!

Wanting to kiss her again.

Jiang Zhi licked his lips and dragged the beast raging within him back into its cage, but he couldn't quite contain the timid spring hues dancing in his eyes.

"Ahem…"

He feigned a cough, his eyes brimming with peach blossom allure, like well-mixed watercolor too stunning to contain, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. He rose and crouched down beside Zhou Xufang.

With both hands reaching out, he picked her up like a child, bundled her up, placed her on the couch, then crouched before her to gaze up at her face.

She, on the other hand, was like a statue, not even blinking.