Chapter 887

Before I could sort out my thoughts, Bruce suddenly lowered his head. I felt a firm hand press against the back of my head, and then, I was pulled into an intense kiss. As he leaned down, I caught a glimpse of the smile in his eyes and lips. I even heard him tease, "I get it now, Nance. You weren't on a date." My mind, which had just begun to clear, was once again thrown into confusion by the sudden kiss and his familiar scent. I passively stood there, unable to distinguish whether this kiss was an invasion or something I had been longing for. I couldn't even tell if my feelings for Bruce were ones of resistance or desire. All I knew was that, over the past two days, whether awake or in my dreams, I couldn't help but think of Bruce. I longed to see him. Every thought of him made my chest feel heavy and painful. I couldn't help but pray for his safety and speedy recovery. However, I couldn't keep getting tangled up with him. His stance had always been ambiguous. He'd push me awa