Xiao Moli's fingers gently combed through her long hair, cradling the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
With slight initiative, An Ziqi almost unabashedly drew Xiao Moli in.
After a long kiss, Xiao Moli, panting, let her go.
An Ziqi's hands lightly wrapped around his neck, her eyes filled with a hint of desire, her red lips glistening, prompting Xiao Moli to lower his head for another kiss.
It's like he's addicted to her, out of control, whenever he sees her.
After days of cold-war and a period lacking any intimacy, Xiao Moli felt like exploding because of An Ziqi's unintentional seduction.
Yet, with her injured leg, he was afraid of hurting her and dared not to do anything.
An Ziqi felt the burning sensation in her lower abdomen and quickly reached out to push him away.
Yet, Xiao Moli held her even tighter, dominantly sucking her lips and tongue into his mouth, and leading her hand downward.
