At first, the kiss was gentle, lingering upon the lips, but slowly, it became fierce. Nan Wan found herself defenseless, the taste of milk in her mouth replaced by that familiar cool mint aroma.
When Nan Wan returned to her senses, it was at the moment when the remaining half-cup of milk spilled wholly onto herself.
The warm liquid seeped into her sweater, sticking uncomfortably to her skin.
The glass in her hand was taken away, followed by the sound of the cup rolling on the floor.
Turning her head, escaping from that dominant kiss, she breathed in small gulps, "The clothes... are dirty..."
Mu Jin Huan's voice was deeply husky and seductive, "Then just take them all off."
Nan Wan's scalp tingled, she deflected awkwardly, "You haven't eaten, have you? I'll go downstairs with you for dinner."
Mu Jin Huan was unmoved, continuing to whisper closely, like the most intimate lover, "I'll eat you first."
