The light in the room was warm, and the desk lamp was bright, shining on Shen Xingchen and Shen Li as if spotlighting them.
As she leaned close to Shen Li, her lips almost touching his face, Shen Xingchen's heartbeat sped up.
Holding her breath, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
It seemed like the next second, her heart would leap out from her mouth.
For a moment, Shen Xingchen felt guilty.
So guilty that she was trembling secretly, wanting to kiss Shen Li but also afraid.
Staring at Shen Li, seeing his prominent nose, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes, Shen Xingchen swallowed nervously, pursed her lips, and then leaned slightly forward to press her mouth against Shen Li's cheek.
The next second, her heart nearly exploded.
She couldn't feel anything, not knowing what kissing him felt like, her mind blank, even the lips pressed against Shen Li's cheek trembling.
She felt like she was acting like a thief.