After a prolonged, passionate kiss, Zheng Liang finally drew back, allowing Yang Ning to catch her breath.
She inhaled sharply, resting her head against his shoulder, burrowing into the curve of his neck. "You're awful. You made my lips completely sore," she playfully whined in a soft, raspy voice.
Zheng Liang's response was a tender smile as he stroked her back, helping her regain her breath while offering comfort. "Oh, is that right? Perhaps another kiss would soothe the soreness away," he suggested teasingly, his hands still caressing her back, comforting her from their passionate kiss.
Yang Ning furrowed her brow at his teasing and playfully thumped him on the chest. "Enough of that. You should behave now, or what will Xiaowei and Gu Lan think of us?"
