Fu Han was utterly bewildered, instinctively wanting to struggle, but He Xing restrained her. She clenched her teeth, resolutely deciding that this time she must not let her defenses fall.
However, this time He Xing was exceptionally gentle. He simply kissed Fu Han's cherry lips repeatedly without going deeper, one hand circling her waist to prevent her escape while his other hand tenderly stroked her earlobe.
The earlobe was the most sensitive spot on Fu Han's body, something she'd never told He Xing, nor did she know how He Xing had come to find out.
Fu Han felt weak all over. Without He Xing's support, she feared she might collapse to the ground like a puddle of mud.
The last vestige of her reason told her not to sink, not to sink, and to push He Xing away, but how could a person who couldn't even stand steady have the strength to push someone away?
Click!
