Jian Ran would never believe that Gu Mochen could be her first kiss.
As a man who was "thirty and established," with such overwhelming power, exquisite features, and an outstanding presence among his peers, even being married couldn't stop countless women from flocking to him like moths to a flame.
How could it be a first kiss? Yet, why did the man dodge her gaze?
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes; aside from an extreme night four years ago, there had been no woman by his side.
Only Jian Ran.
Four years ago, even if there had been skin-to-skin contact, he hadn't kissed the woman beneath him.
So, she was the first woman he had taken the initiative to kiss, as if possessed by a ghost.
Gu Mochen did not think that a man who was "thirty and established" necessarily had to flit among the flowers, accustomed to women of all colors.
He wanted to become a man pure to the point of cleanliness.