Out of a hundred women, ninety-nine like kissing, and the one who doesn't, simply doesn't love the other person.
The conclusion is that if a woman loves a man, there isn't one who does not like a passionate kiss.
Yang Xinyi's kisses were clumsy but soft and moist. From her awkward movements, Ye Xiong could feel her passion and her mood.
Ye Xiong responded to her, and the two of them intertwined with emotion.
At first, it was Yang Xinyi who initiated, but soon she became passive.
At that moment, Yang Xinyi's mind floated away, and she remembered a lot of things.
From their first meeting, from disliking him, to acknowledging him, to caring about him, and now hopelessly falling in love with him, the process took more than half a year.
She wasn't someone who easily grew attached, but she found herself gradually, completely captivated by him.
She tried to recall when she started to fall in love with him, but she couldn't remember.
