How should one describe Robin's taste?
If Qianyi had to describe it, it was probably sweet, moist, and filled with the fragrance of a forest after rain and strange flowers. Yet beneath that quiet fragrance pulsed an undeniable vitality—active and lively.
The contrast suited her perfectly.
Judging solely by her appearance and her gentle manner of speaking, Robin was undoubtedly an impeccable, refined young lady. Yet beneath that body dwelled a surprisingly uninhibited, free-spirited soul, like a bird forever yearning for wider skies.
And at this moment, that "bird" was boldly displaying her wild side.
The instant their soft lips pressed tightly together, she became a nimble bird, suddenly yet naturally entering the forest across from her. Curious and passionate, she explored it while continuously trying to tease the other bird, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sending fine, dense tingles through his body—enough to make one go limp—as they quietly climbed up his spine and shot straight into his brain.
A full ten minutes passed before they parted.
"A sudden sneak attack isn't very good behavior." Qianyi wiped his mouth and looked at Robin's deeply flushed face. He instantly realized that her earlier blush had not been because of his words at all, but from the guilty excitement of planning this "sudden attack."
"I don't believe you, Qianyi, would fail to react to a little bird's attack. Admit it, you never intended to dodge." Robin turned the accusation back on him. Though her ear feathers still trembled lightly from her bold act, the corners of her lips curled like a little fox that had just eaten a chicken.
"I wasn't in the zone just now. I didn't react in time." Qianyi nodded with a perfectly straight face, looking utterly serious.
"Pfft—!" Robin could not hold it in and burst out