Xu Qinghuan clung to his shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the corner of his lips.
Just as she was about to pull back and create some distance, Jiang Xingye held the back of her head and pressed his lips down.
Some things are quite unfair; initially, the kissing skills of both were evenly matched, both inexperienced and without a method, reckless. When things got intense, they could even bite each other's flesh.
During severe moments, Jiang Xingye's lips had even bled before.
But now, Jiang Xingye's skills had improved enormously; not only could he exchange breaths effortlessly, he could also arouse Xu Qinghuan to distraction, bring her to climax on the spot.
Yet Xu Qinghuan was still like an amateur; if the time extended a bit, she felt she might suffocate to death. Initially, she had a bit of competitive spirit, always wanted to compete against Jiang Xingye concerning this matter.
Now, she no longer aspired to such lofty goals, only wished to survive each kiss smoothly.
