Chi Jiao's slow movements were somewhat clumsy and inexperienced. Quan Jue felt as if a feather was being swept across his heart.
It was especially alluring.
Quan Jue saw Chi Jiao's passion.
He was young and full of vigor. The girl he liked was in his arms. He couldn't just sit still and remain calm.
Quan Jue flipped over and pinned Chi Jiao down before kissing her soft and tender lips.
Chi Jiao moaned. Finally, she reached out and grabbed Quan Jue's arm as if begging for mercy.
"Brother Quan, I… I want…"
Chi Jiao's whimpering voice sounded a little coquettish.
Quan Jue's eyes darkened when he heard this. Before he could continue, he saw Chi Jiao's small body shudder.
"Brother Quan, I want… to vomit." Chi Jiao shuddered again.
Quan Jue instantly regained his senses and quickly stopped her. "I'll bring you to the washroom. You can't vomit here!"
With that, he immediately carried Chi Jiao towards the bathroom.
