Her lips were unbelievably soft, and he originally intended just a brief taste, but it quickly spiraled out of control.
Gu Jiao was awakened by his kiss, letting out a soft, confused hum.
The most deadly allure is unintentional; he almost surrendered to her murmurs.
He restrained himself and released her, his chest heaving violently, breath short. If it weren't for the dim light in the sleeping pod, and if Gu Jiao weren't so intoxicated, she might have noticed his slightly flushed face.
Gu Jiao gazed at the handsome face close to her, her eyes dreamy, lifting her slender fingers to pinch his flushed cheek, drunkenly mumbling, "Huh? How can I still dream of this?"
She pinched, pinched, and pinched again.
He allowed her little hand to wreak havoc on his face, gradually regaining his composure.
She was drunk; he really shouldn't take advantage of her at this moment.
He intended to lie back down but unexpectedly, Gu Jiao grabbed his collar, looking fiercely at him.
