Ji Changqing felt his heart warm, his ears turning red as he propped his hands on either side of Qiao Leling, gazing deeply into her eyes.
Qiao Leling caught sight of Ji Changqing's reddened ear tips, and her heart felt restless like it was being scratched by a cat. His shy demeanor was utterly alluring—both pure and enticing.
She tugged lightly on his collar, pulling him closer. Their noses slightly brushed against each other. "Don't you want to kiss me?"
Ji Changqing's Adam's apple bobbed. "I do, but you..."
Qiao Leling pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I like kissing you."
Ji Changqing's eyes darkened as he lowered his lips to hers, but mindful of her pregnancy, he kissed her gently and delicately, his movements exquisitely tender.
Qiao Leling felt that Ji Changqing's kiss was just like him—gentle and warm, like a nurturing spring breeze, subtly enveloping her in quiet intimacy.