Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
At first, Max was completely immersed in the outpouring of emotion. But gradually, she sensed something was off.
She didn't feel any response. Lin Yu'an's lips were warm, yet passive. His hands rested lightly on her waist, maintaining a restrained distance.
She slowly, somewhat at a loss, pulled away from his lips.
She opened her eyes and saw Lin Yu'an's clear eyes, filled with complex emotions. There was appreciation, concern, but none of the... desire she had hoped for.
A huge, indescribable sense of shame and inferiority instantly drowned her.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, she didn't even dare to look into his eyes, wanting to find a hole to crawl into, "I... I... Am I really that bad..."
Lin Yu'an looked at her, about to cry and full of self-doubt, feeling a wave of compassion in his heart.
He knew how much his indifference just now was a blow to an American girl.
