The kiss was gentle, so gentle that An Ziqi couldn't help but lose herself in it.
In no time she was kissed into a daze, unable to hold back the soft moans escaping from her mouth.
This only ignited Xia Moli's fervent ravishment of her.
An Ziqi's body went limp; at some point, her arms had already wrapped themselves around his neck.
They say that when a ruthless man becomes gentle, it's impossible to resist.
Xiao Moli was such a man. When he was cold and domineering, he was arbitrary, never giving her a chance to refuse him, which made her grit her teeth in resentment.
But now, his tenderness left her helpless, unable to resist, and all she could do was follow him into the abyss.
Xiao Moli, breathing heavily, released her lips, resting his forehead against hers as he gazed at her.
"Tell me, do you still want to be with Lin Xilu?"
He knew very well that if it weren't for what happened years ago, An Ziqi wouldn't have broken up with Lin Xilu.
