"But I... am a little hungry..." Tang Yuran couldn't help but step back, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"It's okay, I will try hard to satisfy your hunger..." Gu Yu murmured as he captured Tang Yuran's rosy lips in a kiss.
"Mmm..." The person who had intended to struggle a bit more found their wrists tightly pinned by Gu Yu, unable to move in the slightest.
And his soft lips on hers carried a more aggressive edge than usual.
Tang Yuran initially resisted with all her might, but under his tender yet domineering kisses, her strength slowly waned.
His slender hand ventured once more under her sweater, purposefully moving towards the softness at her chest.
Tang Yuran's body trembled slightly, just as she was about to speak, his slick tongue took the opportunity to slide into her mouth, denying her any chance to protest.
The temperature in the room was slowly rising, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more ambiguous.
