Wen Nuan subconsciously held her breath as Lu Jingxing's lips approached, shyly closing her eyes.
Her heartbeat suddenly lost its normal rhythm, and her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched with force.
She felt the hot and burning breath of Lu Jingxing brushing over her nervously trembling lips; Wen Nuan's heart was racing faster and faster.
Both nervous and anticipating.
Her heart seemed ready to leap out of her throat.
The kiss, which was about to land on her lips, suddenly halted a second before.
In the next second—
Changing direction, Lu Jingxing's lips avoided hers, landing instead beside her ear.
A slight ache twitched in Wen Nuan's heart, tinged with a hint of bitterness.
She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the disappointment that welled up inside her.
She wasn't the woman he liked, so it was normal that his kiss wasn't for her.
Even though she knew this in her heart, she couldn't help but have her eyes redden.