Inside the room, Yi Roujing, who was still in a state of near suffocation, felt as if someone was speaking next to her ear, followed by the sound of a door closing. The one who was consuming her oxygen had risen, and she was gasping for air.
Her fair cheeks were now tinged with pink, and her slightly swollen lips emitted a fragrant breath. Her eyes seemed to be brimming with water, and her braided hair was somewhat disheveled as her chest rose and fell. Ding Ancheng struggled to look away and turned his back, taking a deep breath.
Once he calmed down, Ding Ancheng turned around, helped the still bewildered beauty on the bed to sit up, and looked straight at her. "If you say those things I don't like to hear again, I'll treat you like this."
"Whoosh—" Yi Roujing's delicate face turned bright red as she finally realized that she had been kissed—it was her first kiss.
