Ye Yiheng held her chin with one hand but dared not squeeze too hard, and asked in a husky voice, "Would it be good for you to open your mouth, hmm?"
Leng Yu Yan had no idea what his purpose was. They were clearly still discussing matters, yet now he was making this request...
She asked tentatively, "Open my mouth for...?"
Ye Yiheng's shallow smile widened and his sexy, thin lips suddenly drew close, silencing her next words with a kiss.
"Mmm..."
Her hands pressed against his chest, a mere push, but he held her even tighter.
The man seemed incredibly patient, progressing from light to deep, tender and lingering.
Enveloped in soft affection and sweetness, as if he intended to erase the image of his recent craziness from her mind.
After a long while, their lips finally parted.
Leng Yu Yan, her face flushed, cast her eyes downward, struggling to calm her disordered breathing.
It was one thing for the man to kiss her, quite another for his hands to wander.
