Nan Ge's eyelashes fluttered. Her hand, which was hanging at the side, grabbed the hem of his shirt in a panic. The ironed suit was wrinkled by her grip.
Shen Yanqing's kiss was the same as him. It was gentle and not domineering.
However, for a moment, she felt uncomfortable. Then, Nan Ge obediently closed her eyes.
Like a lone boat sailing on the sea late at night, it allowed the waves to invade and rose and fell with them.
Nan Ge did not know how long they had been kissing. She only remembered that in a daze, he pinched the soft flesh on the back of her neck tenderly. His thin lips parted to give her a chance to catch her breath. His hot breath sprayed beside her ear. A few seconds later, he tilted his head and kissed her again.
Ever since the two of them got together, Su Hui and the others had curiously asked about her progress with Shen Yanqing every night.
