Heat washed over her face, his breath, was he looking at her? It was embarrassing enough already, and yet he watched her from such a close distance, Tang Ying's tightly closed eyes didn't dare to relax even a sliver of a gap. That's when she suddenly felt a soft warmth—no, it was his lips. Tang Ying felt dizzy, completely bewildered. She hadn't expected him to be so bold. She wanted to push him away, to resist, but as soon as her body moved, the slight friction caused a jump below him, a surge of pleasure enveloped her, the stimulating friction made her delicate body tremble again and again, Tang Ying almost moaned out loud...