Lin Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly. With her lips moving but no sound coming out, his head dropped down.
Her lips were sealed by his.
He had just had a cold drink, so his lips were slightly cool.
Unlike the kiss from yesterday, his kiss today was not so straightforward, his lips pressed against hers, patiently rubbing.
His movements were very slow, every gentle rub felt like torment to her.
It felt just like a feather lightly scraping the softest part of her heart every time his lips rubbed hers.
It was ticklish and tantalizing.
She felt tongued, her legs weakening.
A bit overwhelmed, Lin Wei tried to tilt her head away from him, but he sensed her evasion and gave her a punishing nip at the corner of her lips.
The mild, tingly pain that followed made her inadvertently open her mouth.
Then she felt him invading her mouth.
His movements were particularly slow, like a purposely slowed down scene in a TV drama.
