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After Han Jingnian left, Xia Wan'an sat in a daze for a full five minutes before she summoned her thoughts and soul back into her body.
Realizing what had just happened, Xia Wan'an turned to glance at Han Jingnian's private room, then in the next second, she sprang up and fled the café with her phone in hand.
Xia Wan'an held her breath as she rushed back to her room, slamming the door with a "bang" before leaning against it, gasping for air.
Her heart was beating fast, as if it would leap out of her throat at any moment. She instinctively raised her hand and pressed it firmly against her chest.
It took a long time for her emotions to gradually calm down. Only then did she slowly ease the pressure on her chest and raised her hand to her lips.
He had actually kissed her...
His lips were just like she remembered—cool, soft, and carrying that unique faint fragrance of his, like the sensation of a highland spring.
The scene of him kissing her felt eerily familiar...