Fang Pingying felt the breath sprayed from his mouth, her face uncontrollably turned red, she threw him a reproachful glance and lowered her head without looking at him.
Luo Zhiyong gazed at Fang Pingying's snow-white nape, his heart stirred, he held her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Let's go to sleep earlier, hmm?"
The last 'hmm' he uttered, his voice slightly hoarse, and the warm breath as he spoke sprayed on Fang Pingying's ear, making her body heat up and shiver slightly.
Luo Zhiyong felt it and reached out a finger to gently lift her chin, his eyes hazy as he looked at her, then his lips slowly descended.
In such matters, men seem to be naturally adept. Compared to the first time's clumsiness, Luo Zhiyong was clearly much more skilled now.
He lowered his gaze to kiss her lips, then his fingers pinched her chin, his lips moved to her tender lower lip, nibbling over and over, not too fast nor slow, like teasing a feather, unwilling to press too hard.
