Chu Xia didn't know how long he had been kissing her. At first, she was panicking and confused. She clearly knew that they shouldn't be like this, but in the end, all her rationality was defeated by his passionate kiss. The confusion in her heart completely took over.
This kiss seemed to have sucked out all the strength in her body. For a moment, she could only be like a soft doll, pouting and clinging onto his strong chest. Her arms could not help but wrap around his neck, pandering to him, flirting with him, entangling with him, and responding to all of his encroachment on her.
Chi zixian's kiss, from the initial teasing, gradually became rough, and finally gentle.
Their hot breaths were glued together and brushed against each other's nose. At that moment, Chu Xia felt drunk, drunk in the cup of strong wine he had brewed for her.
