Chapter 117: Why is our little Yu still so shy?

As if by divine favor, the movie played a soothing background track, turning everything around them into a catalyst for desire.

Staring at her lips for a long time, the boy’s Adam’s apple rolled slowly. He lowered his head, his spine curving as he leaned in. By the time their noses were almost touching, a faint scent of cedarwood filled the narrow, enclosed space.

Her fingers, folded over her knees, subconsciously tightened against her dress. She stared into his eyes without blinking. As the distance between them closed, his features became increasingly clear amidst the shifting shadows.

What the movie was about no longer seemed important.

Her heart skipped a beat. She held her breath instinctively, forgetting even to close her eyes, waiting. Waiting for him to draw closer, waiting for the kiss that was about to come.

Suddenly, the world went black; his palm had covered her eyes.

Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, then her lips were gently covered. In a brief wave of dizziness, his scorching breath instantly enveloped her.

He kissed her slowly and