"Mmm..." An Ran whimpered softly.
With a bang, the door was slammed shut by Chi Cheng, and both An Ran and he, due to inertia, tumbled onto the soft carpet.
Their position was extremely suggestive, with An Ran lying entirely upon Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng still didn't release his grip on the back of her head, keeping the kiss he initiated outside the door going even as they were now inside.
And it was in such an embarrassing position.
Huff... Huff...
It felt like she was almost out of breath.
An Ran's lips clumsily brushed against his, without any progress.
Chi Cheng's voice carried a seductive tone, "Bring your tongue over."
At such close proximity, when he spoke, his warm breath entirely bathed An Ran's face and neck, creating a tingling sensation down to her heart.
She trembled but obediently extended her tongue, actively sliding it into his mouth.
Yet he mischievously stopped there, not saying a word on what to do next.
