"What? You have a sense of accomplishment, don't you?" Yin Zhihan stared at her with bloodshot eyes.
Lu Ning didn't mean that. She was just surprised that he had a reaction so quickly.
Yin Zhihan lowered his head and kissed her again.
His tongue darted through her unguarded lips.
She had always known he was a superb kisser. He was very persuasive, his tongue dueling sensuously with hers, seducing her. He explored every inch of her mouth tenderly, savoring her sweetness.
"Oh..." Lu Ning moaned as her legs gave way again, and she started to slide downwards.
Yin Zhihan tightened his hold on her slender waist and chuckled in delight. "Why are you still so inexperienced?"
He still had the nerve to laugh at her. Lu Ning clenched her fists and pummelled him. "I'm not like you, who is so experienced!"
Yin Zhihan frowned and kissed her delicate little nose. "Who said I am?"
