Xing Han's mind couldn't quite process what was happening.
Other than the fact that Nitocris was kissing him.
With tongue.
Xing Han's eyes naturally closed as Nitocris continued to explore the inner depth of his mouth with slow precision.
He could feel that slippery yet tender form going all over inside his mouth, capturing his own tongue and playing with it.
'Oh gosh,' XIng Han thought in a daze, 'Kyle had been so right. This type of kiss is so intense.'
Xing Han found himself melting, and if he hadn't been sitting down, he would surely have fallen down.
When Nitocris finally broke the kiss, Xing Han's slowly opened his eyes to stare wonderingly at Nitocris's dark eyes.
He found himself breathing quite hard, his heart beating rapidly inside his chest as if it was ready to burst out.
Parting his lips a bit, Xing Han managed to slowly gasp out, "Ni..Nit…"
