72 The Kiss

Nothing could have prepared Xiang Ling for the kiss that came out of the blue. Zhe Yuan's lips met hers with a softness that belied the suddenness of the action, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. She felt her senses igniting as the kiss enveloped her, sending shivers down her spine.

She was frozen in place, her mind unable to process the sensation that swept over her. His mouth on hers felt foreign yet not wrong, igniting a fire within her that she had never known before. His lips were warm against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the charged atmosphere.

As the kiss lingered, Zhe Yuan pulled back ever so slightly, his gaze intense as he searched her eyes for a response. In that moment, Xiang Ling felt as though she could drown in the depths of his purple eyes, lost in a world that was entirely their own.