"How about… this then."
She didn't even get to finish her last two words.
A particular demon's gaze deepened, and just as she was about to step back, his large hands cupped the back of her head and pulled her close to him.
The pair's lips were pressed together again, with no gap between them.
He was kissing her forcefully and even a little impatiently, his lips grinding on her lips wantonly before he forced open her teeth and pushed his hot tongue through.
Perhaps it was because of his fever, but Mu Xiaoxiao thought that his lips and tongue felt really, really hot.
The heat felt like it was could burn her throat.
Mu Xiaoxiao was limp from his kissing and went weak in his embrace…
Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Mu Xiaoxiao came back to her senses. She pushed his chest away blushingly, reminding him that someone was here.
That should be the arrival of the porridge she had ordered.
