It was meant to be a short kiss, but the shameless man that Fu Sichen was, he couldn't stop once he started.
One hand locked on Pei Zhen's waist and the other was on his shoulders, and Fu Sichen leaned his weight against Pei Zhen.
In the tiny car compartment, their shirts chaffed against each other, and the quick kiss became an addictive marathon.
Lips touching, they tasted each other's sweetness. When one bit the other's lip and heard the uncontrollable moan edged with raspy roughness, it drove them to the brink of sanity.
"Oh…" Pei Zhen had never kissed a woman, and it was also the first time that he had truly kissed a man. He wasn't terribly experienced and his lips and body gave way to the intense kissing; his eyes clouded over and he said, "Hot…"
"Hot?" Fu Sichen couldn't contain a soft laugh. "Only that?"
Pei Zhen squinted with his peach blossom eyes. His expression was full of innocence. "Very hot?"
He was feeling very hot.
