Xie Shu moved quickly, having completely withdrawn, while Ruan Nianxi was still in a daze.

Her mind had already grasped what was happening, but her body's reaction couldn't keep up.

Or perhaps she simply didn't know how to react.

The place Xie Shu kissed her most often was her forehead. Logically, she should be used to it by now, but each time her reaction was like the first—her face would flush, and she'd become slow to respond.