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Edited by Dymens
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When her lips touched him, Xuan Mu gripped the bed sheets tightly. He opened his mouth hungrily, pulling at her bottom lip, wetting it with his tongue.
'Unacceptable.'
She put a distance between their lips, and sitting up, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
'What's going on inside her head?' Xuan Mu looked up at the ceiling, sighing, he bit his lower lip in frustration, "Bing Shi, you are such a mood killer."
Looking at her phone intently, she covered his mouth with her hand, "Shh, I'm researching something."
He kissed her hand. "What?" he asked, looking over her shoulders.
"How to kiss. I'm bad at kissing," Bing Shi sulked at her lack of skills, showing him her phone, "Let's try this."
