Telling Her
Yet Shen Wuxiao's breathing suddenly deepened. This time, he was getting forceful.
The hand clasped around her waist tightened slightly, pressing her closer against him.
"Mm..."
Caught off guard, Yan Lin'er's lips collided fully with his!
The mellow sweetness of the Spirit Liquid, mixed with his crisp, cool scent, instantly seized her mind.
She wanted to pull away, but the tip of her tongue was gently caught between his warm lips.
A numbing current shot through her entire body.
"Mm..." Her soft moan came out hurried, half from embarrassment and half from being kissed so breathless that she could barely breathe.
But Shen Wuxiao did not let go. Instead, he raised a hand and clasped the back of her neck.
Deepening the kiss.
The medicinal power of the Spirit Liquid had long since dissolved, but the entanglement of lips and tongues could not stop.
"Xingran..." Shen Xingran's face surfaced in Yan Lin'er's mind.
He clearly liked Xingran, and Xingran definitely liked him too, yet she had wedged herself between them.
But... she liked this bastard who kissed her too!
Yan Lin'er's struggles gradually weakened.
Her hands went from initially bracing against his chest to unconsciously wrapping around his neck.
Her body softened as though boneless, allowing his aggressive kiss to sweep away her breath.
Light filtered through the gaps between the leaves, falling upon their entwined figures and tracing an ambiguous outline.
Her long hair spilled over his shoulder.
His hand held her waist tightly, completely enclosing her in his embrace.
"Mm..." Yan Lin'er's voice was indistinct.
Her eyes glistened at the corners, yet she could not bear to push him away.
Shen Wuxiao kissed her even more deeply, their tongues entwining.
The sweet fragrance of the Spirit Liquid and her delicate scent ran wild between them.
Shen