Chu Qianli was finding it hard to breathe.
Between her lips, there was nothing but Yexuan's breath.
But his kissing was so unskilled, his movements indescribably clumsy.
He held her tightly in his arms, squeezing all the air out of her chest.
Eventually, Chu Qianli realized she was suffocating.
Almost dying due to the man's poor kissing skills.
Perhaps Yexuan himself was nearly asphyxiating, for finally, just before her last breath, he parted his lips by a half inch.
Chu Qianli immediately opened her mouth, gasping for fresh air in big lungfuls.
Yexuan too was panting, his breathing even more erratic than hers.
But his disarray wasn't due to a lack of air, but rather...
Bowing his head, his gaze unintentionally fell upon her neck.
In their careless tugging, her clothing had come undone, exposing her snow-white neck and even her delicate collarbone, clearly visible.
His gaze continued down her neck, and with just a glance, his muscles tensed instantly.
