When she tried to respond to him with the tip of her tongue, Leng Yan trembled all over, holding her tightly, his tongue almost reaching her throat, a fierce stance as if he wanted to devour her completely.
Xia Nuo had never kissed before, and Leng Yan was also inexperienced. The only time he kissed her before was stealthily while she was asleep.
Their kiss lacked any technique, relying only on instinct, entwining and sucking.
Neither of them knew how to breathe through their noses, and after a long while, when they couldn't hold their breaths anymore, they reluctantly let go, deeply gazing at each other, gasping for air.
The night was already deep, held tightly in his arms, smelling the familiar and pleasant scent on his body, Xia Nuo felt as if she had drunk a lot of wine, her face flushed, her entire body felt as though it was floating on air.
Is this what love feels like? It's truly sweet.
