C89 Like You Dirty My Eyes

For a split-second, Jian Yun's mind went blank. All she could do was stare at the pair of dark eyes boring right through her lips, and it was as if time held her still. Before she could react, his lips brushed against hers again, and the grip he had on his waist tightened even more. His chest was warm against hers, and she found herself drifting further into his grasp