Pu Yu's eyes widened in shock, and everything else she had meant to say caught in her throat.
The plump orange flesh was crushed between their lips and teeth, its sweet-tart juice bursting out and spreading over their tongues, mingling with their hot breaths.
Yuan Su kissed her deeply, tenderly.
His slightly cool, thin lips pressed against hers, his breath full of the orange's moist, lush sweetness. He gently teased her tongue, drawing out that sweetness little by little with a lingering tenderness she had no defense against.
It was a strange, wonderful feeling.
Like the instant orange soda fizzed and burst-she wanted to gulp it down, yet feared disturbing that sweetness, and could only suppress her instincts and savor it with tiny licks.
So soft, and so ticklish.
The phone in Pu Yu's hand slipped onto the quilt. Her heart raced as if it might float away, and an indescribable tingling spread through her throat and chest.
Instinctively, she tried to retreat, but his warm palm cradled the back of her head, his fingertips stroking her fine, soft hair.
The longing to be closer to him softened her entire body. She could only let him kiss her, pliant and yielding, her breathing utterly unraveled.
As the kiss grew a little too intense, Yuan Su's breathing turned heavy, his chest rising and falling. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the smooth skin at the nape of her neck with unmistakable possessiveness.
But when he felt her tremble slightly from lack of air, he stopped with immense restraint.
Mindful of the wound on her left shoulder, he did not lean his weight onto her, merely drew back a little.
Their foreheads rested together, the tips of their noses barely brushing, their breaths entwined.
Pu Yu's gaze was hazy, her kissed lips wet and