In Ye Linyuan's memory, this should have been the first time he'd ever kissed Jiang Qingli.
But strangely, he was exceptionally skilled.
The familiar vertigo of the kiss, the warmth of her fingers, and her smiling eyes all sent Ye Linyuan reeling.
Even when she grabbed his hair and pushed his head down, it came to him naturally.
Pleasing her seemed to be an instinct.
...
In the pitch-black depths of the earth, the sun was never seen.
Most snakes would adapt well to such a place, finding a sense of security in it.
But Ye Linyuan had come to hate narrow, enclosed spaces. As his pollution value rose, he became increasingly affected by his time as a test subject, developing a strong aversion to the smell of disinfectant and nutrient solution.
The emotions he had once suppressed now seemed to be lashing back at him with a vengeance.
