"Brother Qiao no—" The rest of her words where unheard when he went to kiss her again, ignoring the sting on his lips. This time tenderly, making her so much at ease. When his tongue invaded her mouth, Mo Lihua almost lost all her thoughts. The more he kissed, the weaker she became, and the more she resolved, crumbles.
She can taste the blood from his mouth, and Mo Lihua doesn't know why, but his kisses taste so much better. She was confused, and the reason for stopping him has turned cloudy inside her head. Her body wanted to surrender, but her mind still refused to do so, with the simple explanation of protecting her heart and his life.
"Stop thinking." Yu Qiao breathlessly whispered before he started to kiss her cheek. Nibbling and licking while one of his hands cupped her chest gently and let his fingers play with her nipple. She cannot help but moan softly, especially when he started flicking his tongue into her ear.
