Yan Feng snapped back to reality. He rose to his feet, his gaze cold and hard as it fixed on Jiang Ciyou. He must have been possessed, wanting to kiss this woman. Now, exposed, a raw mix of embarrassment and humiliation washed over his face. Yan Feng didn't deny it, nor did he offer an explanation. He simply turned on his heel and walked out of the dressing room. He passed Xia Ling without a word.