Su Jiyai stiffened the moment Qin Feng's lips touched hers.
Her eyes widened in shock, frozen like a statue. Her mind blanked.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, was too far gone to notice the panic blooming in her eyes. His hands were warm against her face, but his actions—too sudden, too raw—left her breathless, not in a good way.
After a second that felt like forever, she shoved him back with both hands.
Qin Feng stumbled a step, blinking in surprise.
"W-What are you doing?!" Su Jiyai gasped, her face flushed red—not from affection, but from anger and confusion.
She wiped her lips quickly, breathing hard, her body shaking. "What the hell, Qin Feng?!"
He stared at her, frozen.
"I…" he started, voice low and rough, "I couldn't hold it anymore. I thought—"
"You thought what?" she snapped, backing away. "That's because I was wearing your shirt, I wanted this?"
"No," he said quickly, taking a step forward, "Jiyai, it's not like that—"
