Xingchen's not prepared for that kiss. He thinks he is, after what they exchanged before. But he'd assumed that Xue Yang was someone young and innocent then.

This kiss reminds him of just how wrong he'd been. There's a hunger to it, a kiss that wants a little more of him. It gives him no time to catch his breath, so Xingchen finds himself clinging to him in the wake of it.

He feels warm and dizzy and- Where did Xue Yang even learn such a wicked kiss that leaves his heart racing and the taste of him still on his tongue? He might as well be mute as well as blind, because all he can do is stay there in his proximity, feeling the heat that's behind the color high on his cheekbones.