But his heart was racing, his blood seemed to flow backwards, and he was as agitated and out of control as a teenage boy just awakening to love…
He was indeed annoyed at his own completely unexpected reaction, but he still couldn't fight the feeling of not wanting to stop whenever he kissed her. So he indulged himself, kissing her already swollen lips over and over, and the hand that had been resting at her waist slowly slid down…
The slight chill of the night breeze directly brushing against her skin contrasted sharply with his burning palm. Qin Mengying felt as if her heart had jumped up into her throat, beating faster and faster.
Until she was almost unable to breathe, she held on for a moment to gather her strength, then suddenly pushed him away hard, turning her head to avoid his lips, using the brief gap to gasp for air…
Ou Mingxuan pulled her back into his arms again, still lingering and wandering over her shoulder and the hollow of her neck…
