Xia Siyu had kissed many times before, but this was definitely a novel experience with a mask on.
Perhaps Bo Yan knew it was a mask, so he was especially invested. Through a layer of meltblown fabric, he tenderly and delicately suckled at the other end. With his gentleness, he patiently traced the shape of her lips.
Fortunately, the mask had just been taken out, so it wasn't dirty. Through the mask, Bo Yan's warmth, humidity, and strength all came through. Especially since wearing a mask already made breathing not very smooth, his closeness directly gave her a feeling of nearly suffocating.
After that kiss, Xia Siyu was breathing heavily.
While she was still in a daze, Bo Yan took off her mask, and the next second, he silenced her completely.
