She touched it gently. It was soft. His lips were thin and had a light pink color. They were warmer than his body.
She pecked him lightly, kissing his lips and the corner of his lips.
Rong Zhan lowered his eyes and watched her take the initiative. At this moment, his eyes were filled with love.
Sang Xia closed her eyes and kissed him. Her arms wrapped around his neck tighter and tighter. Gradually, she sat on his lap and looked up to kiss him deeply.
There was a faint smell of tobacco and the sweetness of melted snow between his lips and teeth. Sang Xia liked it very much. She gently and lovingly took the initiative to tease him.
It was rare for her to take the initiative, and Rong Zhan's heart itched when he saw how she looked like she was in love.
Although he was very anxious, he tried his best to endure and enjoy her initiative, feeling the feelings that this woman brought to him.
