"It's fine. You won't be nervous once you get used to it." With that, Han Yuanjun hugged her and kissed the back of her neck passionately.
Liang Zixuan never knew that she was very sensitive in such a place. She found it was difficult for her to breathe, and Han Yuanjun's kiss was a fatal temptation.
She felt her body heat up, every cell excited by his kiss.
She was like a kitten that had been beaten up, wriggling in his arms.
"Little girl, don't move." Han Yuanjun frowned and said in a low voice while enduring the restlessness of his body.
Liang Zixuan was stunned for a moment before she slowly turned to face him. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were bright. She raised her head and kissed Han Yuanjun's lips. "What's wrong?"
Han Yuanjun took a deep breath and hugged her tightly. He then said in a low and hoarse voice, "I'm not planning on taking you tonight."
