Su Weiyi instinctively swallowed, and the next second she felt something soft yet cool press against her lips.

Su Weiyi’s eyes widened instantly, her mind exploded with a roaring sound, and her entire body seemed to freeze, unable to move.

It was as if the world was reduced to the faint minty scent in her breath.

Soon, the young man in front of her released her, and before Su Weiyi could regain her senses, she heard a magnetic yet extremely cold voice: "Hmph, Su Weiyi, are you that desperate for a man? Spending Sheng Family’s money to offer yourself?"

Still in a daze, Su Weiyi saw Sheng Yanxiao step back, half his body bathed in the streetlight, the other half hidden in the darkness: "Su Weiyi, you bear the Sheng Family’s name, a boyfriend is not something you can casually choose. If you damage the Sheng Family’s reputation, see how I’ll handle you. Remember, any boyfriend you have must have my approval."

The night breeze blew softly, and the young man’s voice slowly faded into the wind. It was some time before Su Weiyi’s mind gradually cleared. She reached out to touch her own lips, but her fingers trembled, unable to move at all.

She stood in place for a full ten minutes before slowly emerging. The bouquet of roses that had fallen earlier was now kicked around, but Su Weiyi had no urge to look at them.

The villa inside was as bright as day, but Su Weiyi found herself afraid to go in.

Because the young man who had just kissed her was inside.

Even though it was just a light lip-to-lip touch, wasn’t it still a kiss?

Her limbs were cold, her legs trembling even more.

It wasn’t until her phone rang, with Tang Yanqi gently asking when she’d return, that Su Weiyi took a deep breath and stepped inside.

In the living room, Sheng Yanxiao was nowhere in sight, so Su Weiyi breathed a small sigh of relief. With a quick greeting, she retreated swiftly to her room.

The moment she closed the door, Su Weiyi slid down the door panel and sat on the floor.

The lips that had felt nothing earlier were now burning hot, and as she buried her head between her knees, Sheng Yanxiao’s kiss unlocked a secret box deep in her heart, bringing unprecedented tension and fear surging within her.

The young man she liked, the one who filled her calm heart with fluttering emotions, had actually kissed her.

There was no sweetness, only endless bitterness.

Su Weiyi tilted her head back, holding back the tears threatening to spill. Why did her heart ache so?

Why indeed?

After a long while, Su Weiyi got up and slowly walked to the bathroom, turned on the showerhead, and let the warm water wash over her fair skin. It was only after two hours that Su Weiyi emerged.

Her skin all over was tinged with pink.

Her hair clung wetly to her neck and back.

She changed into her pajamas, didn’t bother drying her hair, and sat wrapped in a blanket on the bed, turning her head to look out the window at the deep, quiet night.

Once again, her fingers touched her lips, and many thoughts belatedly surfaced. When Sheng Yanxiao kissed her, he was filled with anger. He was mad, but why was he mad?

And those words he said after, Sheng Yanxiao was always unpredictable, often getting angry for inexplicable reasons, and Su Weiyi could never figure him out.

But looking at it from another angle, could it be possible... could it be him...

Two words spun around twice in Su Weiyi’s mind, but eventually, she dismissed them to the depths of her mind.