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Just as she managed to draw in a few shaky breaths, she noticed Mo Tian moving closer again. Instinctively, Feng Ling turned her face away, afraid that the lunatic would claim her lips once more—and that this time, he might not let go until she fainted.
Mo Tian was amused by Feng Ling's resistance, yet the urge to tease her only grew stronger. His lips brushed her ear, teeth grazing her earlobe in a playful bite. A low laugh followed.
"The little witch is so guarded against me now," he murmured, voice husky with mockery. "Didn't you want me to keep kissing you? You seemed quite eager when you bit my tongue.
For a moment, I thought it was a signal—that you were asking me to continue teaching you how to kiss properly. But it seems I was mistaken." He leaned back slightly, his red eyes gleaming with mischief.
