Ji Anning's eyes widened even larger, stupefied, letting the man's lips nibble lightly on hers.
She allowed his tongue to pry open her teeth, hooking up with her tongue, twining slowly and languidly.
Her hands clenched into fists, pressed stiffly on the couch while her body, stirred up by the man's kiss, became softer and softer.
Five minutes, how long is that?
Would they suffocate?
Ji Chicheng's body also remained motionless, his hands almost positioned like Ji Anning's.
And so, second by second passed by, with Ji Anning's heartbeat missing half a beat to pounding furiously.
Even though a spring of desire was ruffled, they did not cross the slightest boundary.
Ji Chicheng opened his mouth with each movement as if he wanted to devour Ji Anning, each one stirring a tide of desire within her.
Ji Anning panted continuously, her fists sweated in her palms and so did her neck.
