Xi Ting lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of Qin Yan's lips. He then slowly inched to the center from the corner of her lips. Slowly kissing until he reached the tips of her lips.
That protruding, full lips that were even more springy than cotton candy, yet so smooth and soft. There was nothing that could compare to them.
As he kissed the tips of her lips, he could not bear to let go.
His hands also traveled from her waist to her neck, cupping her face. His fingertips were just a little rough, which was different from her smoothness.
Especially when he gently caressed her smooth skin, not just because Qin Yan was nervous, but also because of the slight tingling sensation his fingertips brought, she could not help but tremble as well. As if a current had traveled from her neck to her limbs.
