The hotel room held only the two of them, and as she spoke, no other sounds could be heard.
Though her voice wasn't particularly loud, it was clear enough for him to hear every word.
Sheng Kuang, who hadn't quite recovered his senses, froze as if a pause button had been pressed. He remained half-bent in the posture of throwing away trash, utterly bewildered.
After Lin Jing finished speaking, she distinctly felt the temperature around her ears gradually rising, daring not to glance at Sheng Kuang.
She feebly maintained an appearance she believed to be calm, waiting for a few seconds. Seeing that Sheng Kuang still had no reaction,
This was her first time discussing such matters with a guy. Although she had presented herself rather coherently, she was actually very flustered inside.
The meaning of her words was already very clear. According to a normal novel plot, it would no longer be her concern; Sheng Kuang should have taken the initiative.
Why was he acting like an idiot, still without a response?
Lin Jing didn't know what to do. She blinked a couple of times, quickly pushed herself off the ground, and hurried into the bathroom.
Closing the door, she leaned against it, her hands over her wildly pounding chest. After a long while, she finally calmed down.
It was very quiet outside the bathroom; there was no sound at all.
He didn't even come to knock on the door?
Lin Jing waited for a moment, then couldn't resist tilting her head and pressing her ear against the door. Outside, it was still deathly silent.
Sheng Kuang wouldn't possibly think she genuinely needed to use the restroom, and if she didn't come out, he wouldn't come looking for her, would he?
In novels, when the male and female protagonists encountered a situation like hers, the male lead would either offer a heartfelt embrace or a passionate deep kiss.
It was unlike her, trapping herself in the bathroom, unable to advance or retreat.
Novels were just novels, after all. They could never become reality.
Lin Jing sighed resentfully, looking down at her toes and kicking the ground twice. She contemplated that she couldn't possibly stay locked in the bathroom forever.
After a few seconds, she sighed again and slowly stood up straight.
Fine, if he wasn't coming in, she would go out.
To save face, Lin Jing shuffled over to the toilet, flushed it, then turned on the faucet to wash her hands. Only then did she pull open the door with a blank expression.
A person stood before her. Startled, she instinctively took a half-step back.
As soon as her feet were steady and she was about to look up, a face suddenly pressed close to hers.
Before she could even pull her head back, she felt a warm sensation on her lips.
Everything happened so abruptly that Lin Jing felt as if she were dreaming.
By the time she realized what was happening, Sheng Kuang's lips were already pressed against hers, his moist tongue lightly tracing her lips.
Lin Jing's eyes suddenly widened. She saw Sheng Kuang's lowered eyelids, his long lashes trembling slightly.
As if infected, her own lashes quivered, and a few longer ones brushed against his.
Seeing this, she parted her lips.
Then she felt the tongue that had been tracing her lips, delve into her mouth.
Lin Jing's eyes widened even further. Flustered, she instinctively tried to pull away.
He seemed to have anticipated her move and, before she could, cupped her head.
The kiss deepened.
She stared dazedly at his face, so close to her eyes, her mind a complete blank.