Mu Yazhe was startled and lifted his eyes in surprise. He reached out, grabbed her chin, and pulled her face closer.
He lowered his head to scrutinize her and saw that her eyes were a bottomless pit of strain and confusion. He could tell that something was off with her.
While he was lost in his thoughts, Yun Shishi tightly held his shoulders and pushed her crimson face onto his, eagerly reaching for his lips.
He narrowed his eyes and tried to duck, but she smothered his neck and refused to let him do so. Without hesitation, she broke into his lips.
Her kisses were unrestrained, yet they lacked skills. They were callow, clumsy, and slightly desperate.
Compelled by the menacing desire within her, she ravaged his cold, thin lips like a demon.
Her teeth gnawed at his moist lower lip. The tip of her tongue licked his lips indiscriminately. The scorching whiff from her nostrils took his breath away.
